Round 87

Jeane’s crimson eyes narrow as she listens to Halie’s proposal, her expression unreadable for a long moment. The succubus shifts her weight slightly, her dark wings rustling softly in the oppressive silence of the tower’s base. "Not like that?" she repeats slowly, her voice dripping with curiosity and something darker—perhaps amusement or intrigue. "And how would you propose we proceed then? This... unity you speak of?" She gestures vaguely at the air between them, her movements fluid and predatory. "Because from where I’m standing, our current situation is far from unified. We’re trapped between ancient magic we barely understand and a creature that seems intent on feasting on whatever essence it can find." Her gaze flicks briefly to the looming Liminal Wretch before returning to Halie. "So tell me, dear cleric—how does your noble concept of friendship save us from this predicament? Because as much as I appreciate the sentiment, I’m far more interested in survival than warm feelings right now." She takes a step closer, her voluptuous form moving with an otherworldly grace that seems almost at odds with the grim surroundings. "Unless, of course, you have something more... practical in mind. Some secret clerical trick or divine intervention that can get us out of this mess?" Her tone is challenging, bordering on mocking, but there’s a glint in her eyes—a spark of genuine interest in whatever Halie might suggest next.