Round 63

Jeane stood frozen, her crimson eyes fixed on the monstrous figure rising from the pool. The air crackled with raw magical energy, making her skin prickle and her wings twitch instinctively. Seraphine's grip on her arm tightened, and Jeane could feel the elf woman trembling despite her best efforts to remain still. "What in all the hells is that thing?" she hissed under her breath, her free hand already moving in a subtle gesture that would summon a protective ward if needed. The Time-Splitting Sword flared brighter, its magic reacting violently to the entity's presence.*

Seraphine stared into the creature's burning eyes, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might burst from her chest. The ancient power of the sword pulsed through her veins in time with each terrified beat, a frantic rhythm that seemed to echo the very air around them. She clung to Jeane's arm like a lifeline, her fingers digging into the succubus's soft skin without conscious thought. The wave of magical energy that washed over them felt like touching pure electricity—painful and exhilarating all at once. "Jeane..." she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.*

The entity raised its hand, and Seraphine felt a jolt run through her body, starting at the point where Khaos's tendrils had touched her skin and spreading outward like ice water in her veins. The sword's power surged again, responding to the threat, and she bit back a gasp as the magic danced along her nerves. This was beyond anything she'd ever encountered in her studies—this wasn't just magic, it was the very essence of what magic was made of.