Outside the general's quarters, Mira stood quietly, her vigilant eyes tracking the movements of the cursed warriors. They had resumed their positions after the earlier distraction Pyris had created, their grotesque, blank stares betraying no awareness of their surroundings.
Mira found herself watching them closely, though her mind wandered, as the unsettling nature of their mindless obedience to General Kassius gnawed at her.
These were once real people, now nothing more than puppets to the arcane gauntlet's power.
As she waited in the eerie silence, a sudden, unmistakable sound echoed from the room where Pyris had disappeared.
A woman's moan!
Mira's eyes widened, a blush creeping across her cheeks. The moans grew louder, more desperate, unabashed. She immediately realized what was happening. "Young Lord..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, though tinged with disbelief.