Two Gods, in a single body. Two weighty stones on a single lever, with the pivot being the will of the individual. His erratic motions calmed at that, as his thoughts overcame the initial resistance, and understanding flowed out as the result of the conclusion.
Another Hobgoblin found itself beheaded.
"Disturbing strength," Francis noted. He sounded frighteningly sane, as his hands fell away from his head, and he studied what was in front of him. "The aura of Claudia would indicate the Second Boundary, but the strength to overcome my minions… He's eclipsed that."
Francis had killed more than a few knights, and more than a few priests. He knew the secrets of the Boundaries. Their discovery furthered his own quest for power.
"A seesaw then… The Curse of Despair, weighed against that wench's favor? Two opposites, existing together in equal amounts. But then, the result should be weaker, not stronger…"
