Round 7

As Jeane's power dissipated, leaving behind only a faint glow at their feet, Hera stumbled backward, her flushed skin and wide eyes betraying her struggle to maintain her composure. The air in the church still pulsed with residual magic, drawing Silra's attention to the hidden panel in the wall she had been tracing with her fingers. Abby stood frozen, her heart still hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, as she struggled to process the intoxicating scent of Jeane's perfume and the overwhelming sensations that lingered.

Silra's voice cut through the haze, her words laced with concern for Jeane's well-being. "We need to figure out what we've gotten ourselves into before things go any further," she said slowly, her voice still husky from the exertion of containing Jeane's power. Hera met Jeane's gaze, seeing the same desire and uncertainty reflected back at her, and nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Abby took a tentative step forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement as she gazed upon the others.