Under Orders
“Hold.”
The command cut through motion with surgical precision.
Elias froze mid-step, boot hovering just above the floor, balance held on a breath. Around him, the formation locked in place, muscle memory snapping tight, bodies stilled in imperfect symmetry. The hall hummed, a low electrical sound that made silence feel active. Vale did not repeat the order. He didn’t need to.
Elias lowered his foot only when the second command arrived, never rushed, never late, and the formation resumed as if nothing had interrupted it. The interruption, however, lingered. It threaded through posture and timing, through the way attention narrowed and sharpened.
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