Cost of Hesitation

224 — The Morrigan

*DATE UNKNOWN*

*LOCATION UNKNOWN*

*THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW*

“Where is your hand, Vargos?”

The question echoed through the long, narrow hall, bouncing off the dark red walls that seemed to pulse like a dying heartbeat. Shadows clung to every corner of the hall, refusing to leave, even where the light should have touched.

Along the length of both walls, soldiers stood pressed i