Korran stood at the broken entrance and allowed his gaze to travel across the chamber.
The poison had thinned, but its bitter scent still clung to the walls. Three corpses lay around the empty treatment frame, and the cleanly severed restraints reflected the white light from the ceiling.
His expression remained calm, but the pressure filling Lower Ward Three did not.
"Explain."
The single word made Rasken, Ossik, and the other guards straighten.
The Containment Captain stepped forward and began with the report from Malkir Apothecary. He described the containment unit, the Second Hazard Officer's brief separation, their return through the western gate, and the breach that drew them below.
Ossik interrupted when Rasken reached the treatment chamber.
"The delay at the door-"
Korran looked at him.
Ossik stopped immediately seeing the deathly cold stare of Korran.
"Rasken will finish," Korran said quietly. "The next demon who interrupts will explain himself without a tongue."
