Round 5

As Jeane's gaze locked onto Hera, she felt exposed, as if Jeane could see straight into the depths of her soul. The air was electric with a sense of purpose and danger that both excited and terrified her. Silra watched the exchange from her perch halfway up a support pillar, her silver-blonde hair catching the dim light. She drew a slender blade from her boot with practiced ease, testing its edge as she surveyed the tableau before her. Hera's eyes were wide, brimming with fear and anticipation, while Abby's fingers twisted together anxiously, her heart hammering in her chest. The room was charged with tension, the dust motes dancing in the fading light like sinners in a heavenly realm.