Round 74

Jeane's voice cuts through the tense silence like a blade. "Stop! If you want someone, take me first!" She steps forward, positioning herself between the creature and Seraphine, her mace held at the ready. The younger wizard watches in horror as Jeane confronts the monstrous form, its dark tendrils writhing with malevolent intent.

Seraphine | Wizard A wave of icy dread washes over me as Jeane steps in front of the monstrous creature, her mace held high. She looks so small, so fragile against that thing—its form twisting and writhing like a living nightmare. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of bone. "No!" I scream, the word torn from my throat before I can stop it. But Jeane doesn't even glance back at me. Her focus is solely on our attacker, her body coiled tight with tension as she prepares to strike.

I clutch my useless staff tighter, the wood creaking in my trembling hands. The creature's attention shifts to Jeane—those dark tendrils reaching out towards her, hungry and insatiable.