Jacob's POV
Davin continued narrating with little regard for my input. This was definitely going somewhere. It now made sense why the Turtle was only used as a living bomb. To avoid death or merely severe pain, he would have to enter the ground and from a distance that high. It was like throwing a large rock into a pool of water. Travas had a sick and twisted way of looking at things. For whatever reason they had, Travas was unable to deploy the Dark Turtle into battle.
"When they were done talking, the boy left in a hurry. I was, however, in time to ask him if he could really master it or if he was planning to? At the moment, that was the only question I could think of even though I had numerous unanswered, yet unclear inquiries… but he answered me anyway and said he wasn't the one going to master it and that he had already chosen the right candidate for the task.
