Round 6

As Silra's eyes swept the church basement, her mind worked overtime to pinpoint potential vulnerabilities in their defenses. The ritual's energy pulsed beneath her skin, but she remained focused on the task at hand, her thoughts darting between exits and shadows that shouldn't be there. Hera and Abby stood near the altar, their faces a mix of excitement and trepidation, as Jeane's words wove a spell of transformation around them.

Abby's gaze was drawn to Hera, seeking reassurance in the steady presence of her protector, but Hera's eyes were fixed on Jeane, her expression a complex blend of reverence and something deeper. The air was heavy with unspoken things – the scent of incense mingled with a darker, more primal aroma that made Abby's skin prickle with anticipation and dread.