No one had seen, not until the last moment. Not even Penelope, from her position on the edge of the battlefield. How could they? They were all bound up in the same web that Nolan had cast.
Only now with a sword through his back could Vol comprehend the dreadful feeling of wrongness.
Those fires that he'd built and that momentum, all the safety and security that had seemed to come with them, their achievement seemed heightened, drinking in all of Vol's focus. The scale of the web that Nolan had cast had been so incomprehensible that Vol's instincts had failed to track it. It had been a mere faint sense of foreboding, blocked out by the greater senses of accomplishment, as Vol saw definitively that the flow of battle was going in his favour.
