Claudia smiled. "Indeed, it is. He was born to be what the Stormfront necessitated, I think. All the desires, of – in the end – hundreds of thousands of people. There was a particular want for this country… And it was as if the First King was born as the amalgamation of that desire. I do not think we'd see his like ever again."
"I can't match him then," Oliver said. "I have no hope of doing that. If he can move with perfect alignment to the laws of progress, merely by existing, then how could I ever beat perfection?"
"Ah, I might have oversold him, a little. Naturally, the laws of progress are not so easily grasped. But his nature mimicked their ebb and flow. His playfulness matched them. He had a better sense for when to attack, and when to defend… Oh, indeed, now I use battlefield terms for emphasis… Perhaps I'm being affected by this talk as well," Claudia said.
