Chapter 8 – To War
The Oliver Patrick that made his return to his encampment was a different man. The guards looked at him differently as he swept past, feeling the aura pouring out of him, seeing the blood on his clothes, and even seeing him still in his state of nightwear, none dared to comment.
His men asked after him on his return. Nila looked at him worriedly. But it was only her that Oliver briefly softened his expression for. There was a tautness about his being, as fear warred with his will, and he determined that he would not give in to it. Verdant had given him a nod of understanding, and had wordlessly set about securing what was necessary for Oliver to see himself dressed.
