Round 10

Jeane's magic flares brighter as she issues her ultimatum, dark tendrils coiling tighter around Hera. The civilian woman whimpers in pain, her face contorted with terror. Suddenly, a loud CRACK echoes through the night air—a tree branch snapping under strain. Everyone freezes as a spotlight beam sweeps across the scene, catching Jeane mid-threat with dark magic visible to anyone watching. A car pulls up suddenly at the road's edge, barely twenty feet away. Two figures emerge—city authorities.