Ivan
I only remember a little about the next few hours.
The Hydra gates were imposing, but I felt nothing and couldn't recall a single detail. The only memory lingering is of the gate being sealed by guards, the distant clamor of voices on the other side, and a chorus of protest for their missed opportunity. No matter what was going on, the gates closed without fail. Those left behind would have to return tomorrow, hoping for another chance. It was the price they paid for waiting until the last moment, a lesson I almost learned without knowing it.
