"One missing, one unconscious, three dead!" roars the O"Neill King. His face is blood red, pulsating veins rising in his neck and along his temples so large they bloat like boils ready to burst. Unable to broadcast his words quick enough, he becomes tongue-tied and stammers. Eventually, his words splutter out, splashing saliva into the faces of everyone nearby. They stare, frozen, daring not to move a muscle. The king violently shakes his head in frustration, his only consistent communication method.
"WHAT HAPPENED? Explain…to me…again, every last detail," he demands in a forcefully calm tone. To break the tense silence, one knight bravely steps forward and repeats the chronicles of their discovery. They’d found Cormac still breathing but unresponsive, feet away from a motionless Ulaidh k
