Oliver heaved a sigh. He was being walked into danger again. It was Verdant's gravity of competence – and that gravity had pulled in an opportunity that was bigger than Oliver himself. It seemed likely to swallow him. Already, he could see the list of problems that he needed to solve the instant that he took the position on.
Besides, was victory even possible beyond it? Was it even right to receive an opportunity like this? No other General in all of the Stormfront would have breached protocol to the degree that Karstly had, in order to give him that opportunity.
'I suppose, in that sense, this might very well be once in a lifetime,' Oliver muttered. 'I might never get the chance to command so many men again. An arrow could take my life, today or tomorrow.'
