Round 247 Transcript

Jeane's eyes flash red again, this time more intensely and for longer. Her wings unfurl fully—translucent black with intricate crimson veins—before folding back against her sides. She staggers slightly, gripping the edge of a nearby table to steady herself. The building's demands pulse through her like a physical force, making her gasp. She looks at Halie, Silra, and Hera in turn, her expression torn between desperation and hunger. You don't understand. If I don't... if we don't... the structure is going to consume me first, and then all of us. The magic is leaking out of me—I can feel it—and once it starts, there's no stopping it. She lurches forward, catching herself before falling. Her skin glistens with a faint sheen of sweat. Help me. Please.