Round 5

The sound of Jeane's furious exit slammed through the abandoned church like a physical blow—dust falling from ancient rafters as the heavy door bounced once before settling back into place. Outside, retreating footsteps faded into silence far too quickly for comfort. The sudden quiet was more oppressive than the earlier chaos.

Hera remained pressed against the wall where Jeane had pinned her moments before, amber eyes wide and breathing shallow with residual fear. Her strong hands were still half-raised in defensive posture, knuckles white against the rough stone surface. When Halie moved toward her with obvious concern, Hera's gaze snapped to the cleric's face—hope flickering there even as suspicion remained.

"You... you can't let her do this," Hera whispered hoarsely, voice trembling. "Whatever she wants from me, whatever 'discipline' means..." Her words trailed off as Silra shook her head sharply in warning. The elf's teal eyes were hard and expressionless—no comfort offered there.

"Nothing good," Silra confirmed grimly, crossing her arms over her chest. Her modern streetwear was rumpled from hours of intense activity, the fabric still bearing visible stains and creases that spoke volumes about what had transpired in this place earlier. "Look, I don't like this any more than you do—"