Round 20

Silra's pointed ears twitch at the sound of Abby emerging from her hiding place. She glances toward the main room where tension crackles between her sister and the mysterious intruders. I don't have time for this—we're sitting ducks down here with Jeane facing off against whatever those duplicates are, she mutters in a low, urgent tone to the approaching figure.

Jeane's wings flare wide in an instinctive display of aggressive posturing as the duplicates make their threat clear. Join you? She scoffs, dark amusement coloring her tone despite the tension coiling through her core. I have no interest in serving anyone...