Black Morass depths of depravity

sorry for delay!!

kóvictus watches irene in silence. there is no fear in her voice, no trembling.

good.

he does not have time for cowards.

he huffs, the sound low and dismissive, but there’s a faint flicker of approval hidden in the sharp curl of his lip. he looks to his wife. kóvictus knows she is testing the woman as much as he is. they are alike in this: both see weakness as a liability.

he speaks, finally:

you understand what is expected? he laughs lowly. then you know this—the morass has no mercy. neither do i. do not fail.