He delighted in this. In challenges, so perfectly defined, and so carefully placed just out of his reach. Something that he could test the force of his will on, those were tasks that would always inspire him to a certain level of excitement.
Unbidden, the flecks of Claudia rose up in his eyes. His was the longing for progress and for achievement. It was the will of a hero, and she delighted in it. Ingolsol joined her. His motivations were entirely different, but where there was chaos, and there was the opportunity to hold his strength over another force, and reduce them into despair, the Dark God would always make his appearance.
Together, the three of them reaffirmed their want for battle.
Chapter 11 – The Advance Force
"Breakthrough? Fifty thousand?" Firyr said. It was the second time that Oliver had told him this, but the man was still pulling a face like he didn't understand.
