Round 66

Jeane's voice cuts through the tension like a knife, her crimson eyes blazing with barely contained rage and strategic calculation as she stands defiantly between her naked cultists and the soldiers who point guns at them like animals. "Who the fuck are you people?" she demands in a voice that echoes slightly in the alley. The twin cultists advance in perfect synchronization—identical faces framed by glowing symbols that cast everything in sickly red light.

Behind them emerges a third figure, tall and menacing in a sleek tactical suit adorned with matching symbols. The enhanced woman circles Silra again, close enough that her power crackles across the rogue's skin like static electricity—a constant reminder of how outmatched they are. Decision time: does Halia's desperate prayer have any effect on this nightmare scenario?