Round 250 Transcript

The building groans around you, a sound like bones shifting beneath skin. The walls flex visibly now, plaster cracking and raining down as the structure fights to contain itself. Jeane staggers forward, clutching her head, and drops to her knees. Her eyes are no longer human—they're pools of liquid red that pulse with each heartbeat. The wings tear free from her back completely this time, ripping through the fabric of her shirt. They're fully formed now: leathery and vast, extending twice her height. She screams something in a language that shouldn't exist—words that make your teeth ache and your vision blur. A wave of pure heat and lust radiates from her, hitting everyone simultaneously.

I reach out toward Silra's sword arm, my hand catching her wrist before she can draw. "Silra, no—she's still Jeane inside. This thing is consuming her, not making her." The building groans around us like a beast waking from sleep, and I press against the barrier with both hands, feeling it pulse with dark energy beneath my palms. "Help me hold this for just one more minute while we think!"

Silra's face is flushed from exertion and arousal, her eyes sharp on Jeane's transformation. That was never part of our deal. She turns to Halie, ignoring the barrier pulse. You can't shield us all forever—you need to get out now. Her hand moves to check the welder setup. Forty minutes gone. We've got maybe five before this place comes down.