Round 106

Jeane's crimson eyes widen in shock as the air around Seraphine shimmers and distorts. "Seraphine!" she cries out, her voice echoing in the chamber. The magical bond between them snaps cleanly, leaving a cold emptiness where Seraphine's presence had been. Jeane stumbles backward, her dark wings half-spreading instinctively for balance. "What the fuck just happened? Merrin, do you see this?"

She whirls to face the remaining party members, her expression shifting from shock to fury in a heartbeat. "You absolute moron! You and your temper tantrum nearly got us all killed, and now Seraphine's gone because of it!" Jeane's hands crackle with arcane energy, her body tense and ready for combat despite the obvious magical drain of maintaining her defensive wards.

She turns back to where Seraphine vanished, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "You better hope she's okay, or I swear by all the hells, I'll make you regret ever crossing me." The chamber air seems to thicken with residual arcane energy from Jeane's outburst, swirling in visible currents around her.