Round 221

Jeane’s crimson eyes fix on the swirling vortexes—each one pulsing with raw power that seems to call out to something primal within her. The air crackles with electricity, sparks dancing dangerously close to the edges of their makeshift binding circle. "We’re running out of time," she says, her voice barely audible over the howling winds around them. "The platform won’t hold forever, and those elements aren't going to wait patiently." She begins the countdown, each number a sharp command cutting through the elemental chaos. "One..."