Round 9 Transcript

The woman outside takes two steps back, clearly startled by Jeane's display—magic crackling around her fingers and wings spread wide like a dark angel. Her thumb hovers over emergency services but doesn't press it yet. The wind picks up again suddenly, whipping her hair across her face just as she starts to speak. She has to raise her voice over the gust.

OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU—Her words are cut short when the church's old wooden door swings violently inward on its hinges with a boom that echoes in the small space—no one inside moved it. The sudden draft from outside combines with whatever force just slammed it open, creating a vortex of wind that swirls debris and dust around the sanctuary. In the center of this chaotic air current, Halie's bottle of blessed holy water—tossed moments ago—hangs suspended mid-air instead of splashing on the floor. The liquid catches sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, refracting into shifting patterns that dance across every surface like living shadows.