"But Gods, there have to be limits…" Vol said to himself, trying to gather something in himself to take another step forward. His axe brought him strength and confidence. Some connection with his brother, a man far stronger than him.
He'd heard that there were peculiar circumstances around Jok's death. That it wasn't just Oliver Patrick, or Captain Lombard, or those villagers, that had brought him so low. Some other force, unseen, had acted upon him, threatening him from the back, forcing a recklessness usual for Jok.
That force had later been brought low by Dominus Patrick, who even the Yarmdon knew to be the greatest swordsman to ever live.
Only that term 'force of darkness' could Vol use to explain what he saw in front of him. They weren't human hands that had done it. This was the world of monsters, the world that the System intended to push him towards.
