With how disappointing the battle had been, in terms of exploring the System's new capabilities for expansion, Vol had stayed up the whole night, looking at maps, and even reading through old books that he'd bought, with Pandora whispering in his ear, attempting to find some sort of inspiration moving forward.
None of that helped. The books weren't particularly useful. One was a book on herbs, another a book on a strange fifty-year period in Syndran history, and a third was the script of a romantic play. He'd put all the books down after reading the first page, and had immediately regretted buying them.
