Round 22

Varrika's grip tightens on her mace as she watches the unfolding scene, her heart pounding in her chest. The air around them feels charged with an energy that sets her teeth on edge, and the way Jeane's eyes seem to glow with an inner light sends a shiver down her spine. "Halie," she calls out, her voice barely above a whisper, "what do you need from me? Should I stand ready to—" She cuts herself off, not wanting to finish the thought aloud. She knows what Halie might ask of her—what she might have to do if Jeane truly is lost to this dark power.