The message from both Londo and Kelly rang out loud and clear. Their voices echoed through the ruined stone corridor outside the shelter, carrying a weight far heavier than the dark magic swirling in the air. If anyone in the Dark Guild no longer wished to follow Harvey's commands, if their conscience still remained, then all they had to do was remove their robe. Throw it to the ground. Declare themselves free.
The words hung there, suspended, as dozens of Dark Guild members stared at one another. Their faces were hidden behind enchanted hoods, but even through the shadows, hesitation trembled in the air.
Then,
A single robe hit the floor.
Everyone flinched at the soft rustling sound.
"This is crazy," a voice cracked. "This is going way too far!"
More robes were pulled off and thrown aside, the discarded dark cloth forming a growing pile on the stone. People stepped back from it as if it were burning, like the weight of their guilt was smoldering inside it.
