Round 8

Silra rounds the corner just in time to witness Jeane unleashing her power. Dark tendrils of shadow magic lash out from her hands, wrapping around Hera like an invisible straitjacket. The air crackles with raw energy, and Silra feels it prickling against her skin even from here. "Jeane!" Silra calls out, her voice sharp with warning. "What the fuck are you doing?!" But Jeane doesn't respond, too focused on Hera to acknowledge her sister. Silra watches as the magical bonds tighten, squeezing Hera's limbs with increasing pressure. "Stop it! This isn't what we agreed to!" Silra shouts, her hand instinctively moving to her weapon. "Let her go now!"

Jeane's crimson eyes gleam with malice as she continues to constrict Hera with her dark magic. The tendrils writhe and twist, squeezing tighter with each passing second. Hera gasps for air, her face contorted in terror as she realizes she can't break free. "I don't care what we agreed to," Jeane hisses, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. "She needs to learn her place, and I'll make sure she never forgets it." The magical bonds begin to constrict even further, cutting off Hera's air supply as Jeane increases the pressure.*

Silra draws her weapon, a sleek energy pistol that hums softly with stored power. "Jeane, this has gone too far!" she says, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "Release her now, or I'll be forced to intervene." She aims the weapon at Jeane, her finger resting lightly on the trigger. The air crackles with tension, magic and technology poised for conflict. "Don't make me choose between my sister and a woman who was once our friend," Silra warns, her teal eyes locked on Jeane's crimson ones.*

Jeane's lips curl into a smirk, unfazed by Silra's threat. "Choose wisely, little sister," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark promise. "Because if you interfere now, there will be consequences for both of us." The magical bonds around Hera pulse with dark energy, ready to deliver another dose of torment at Jeane's command. The air in the room grows heavy and oppressive, charged with the potential for violence.*

Silra's grip tightens on her weapon, her finger twitching slightly as she considers her options. She knows Jeane's power all too well - one wrong move could mean death for any of them. But she also can't stand idly by while Hera suffers. "This isn't the sister I know," Silra says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Jeane I grew up with would never hurt someone like this." She takes a step forward, her eyes never leaving Jeane's face. "Whatever's happening to you, whatever dark path you've chosen... it's not too late to turn back." Her finger hovers over the trigger, ready to act if needed. The tension in the room reaches its breaking point, magic and technology poised for collision.