Round 110

Jeane’s crimson eyes narrowed as she studied the Watcher’s shifting form, her own wings folding tight against her back in a subconscious defensive posture. Something's off about this whole setup—too convenient, too clean. First we find this 'ancient spire', now we're dealing with some time-traveling entity that's supposedly protecting Seraphine? Sounds like a sales pitch from a shady alchemist.

She turned to face the others, her voice dropping to a low tone that carried just enough volume for them alone. Think about it—if this thing really wanted to help us, why not just tell us what we need to know instead of playing these games? It's hiding something, I can feel it.