"Has it been delivered?"
A low voice echoed through the dark compartment, like a crow's cry ringing through a graveyard in the dead of night.
The voice was quiet, yet possessed a strange, penetrating quality, as though it could bore straight into the listener's eardrums and linger in his mind.
"It has."
Soren stood at the edge of the shadows, his body half-concealed in the dim light.
He still held the helmet he had just removed, his gaze directed deeper into the darkness.
There, a figure stood motionless, seemingly one with the shadows.
Sharrowkyn stood in the darkness.
He wore a modified suit of Raven Guard armor, its plates thinner and lighter than the standard model to allow for high-speed maneuvers and stealth operations.
The armor was painted black, without any reflective ornaments or markings, as though it had been forged from solidified darkness itself.
He had removed his helmet, revealing a face as pale as marble. His short black hair lay close against his scalp, and his pupils glowed a dim red, like two burning embers flickering with dangerous light in the darkness.
He stood there silently, like a crow perched in the shadows, quiet and alert, ready to spread its wings at any moment.
"Good." Sharrowkyn gave a slight nod, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible.
His gaze lingered on Soren's face for a moment, as though confirming something, then shifted to the sealed hatch in the distance.
Soren took half a step forward and lowered his voice, his tone cautiously probing. "Are we going to kill the Warmaster here on Davin?"
Sharrowkyn kept his eyes on the hatch and remained silent for a moment.
Then he slowly shook his head, his voice still low and steady, as though stating a plan that had long since