Vol had moved forward. His debuffs had run out, and his stamina came back to him with all the surging strength of a river. Gods, it felt good. It was hard to appreciate just what a wealth of it he had on normal days, he merely took it for granted now. He never seemed to get as tired as he used to. He was able to do more than he ever had before. Of course, such things were the results of improvements, and such things could be lost just as easily.
He'd seen those men get run down, as more Syndrans were waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. They'd lost another ten. By now, the number of raiders inside the fortress outnumbered the soldiers. It was hard to tell just who it belonged to. But that was not at all a bad thing. That was what he and Nolan had aimed for from the start. Still, Blackbeard watched on, uncommitted, unwilling to do much more than merely observe, at least for now.
