Round 4

As Jeane stands tall, her wings half-extended and eyes aglow with power, the air crackles around them, heavy with the scent of dark flowers and forbidden knowledge. Silra clings to the altar, fingers digging into stone as if it could anchor her against the tide of Jeane's influence. Halie's voice cuts through the haze, her words laced with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.

Halie's slow exhalation steadies her, but the sensation remains, making her skin feel too tight and thoughts slipping sideways into forbidden places. The air is wrong, thick with Jeane's magic in a way she's never felt before – sweet, musky, and heavy enough to make the back of her throat ache.

Hera takes a step forward, drawn by the scent and the thrill of something unknown. Her cheeks flush as she watches Jeane's magic take hold, the air thick with a scent that sets her nerves alight. Halie's warning echoes in her mind – this is dangerous, reckless even – but Hera finds herself surrendering to the allure of it all.

As Hera reaches out a hand towards Jeane, Silra's eyes meet Halie's across the circle, a silent understanding passing between them. The air remains heavy with magic, secrets, and skin, and Jeane stands at its center, radiating power.