They turned to him, and they flinched to see the anger in his eyes. Like a hot ember, Vol had been left smouldering as their backs were turned, and now he was as lively as a bonfire. "If they would turn against us, even if it's the whole bastard country, we will overturn it all. I don't give a damn."
"…"
"There's no men more Yarmdon than us, but if they would call us demons, and try to cast us out for it, then we'll become strong enough to overthrow them," Vol said. "The Yarmdon have grown weak. From the nobles, all the way up to the Kings. A thousand years, we've rotted. It isn't any wonder that Oliver Patrick is driving us back. If there isn't a change, the whole country will be stamped out by him. They're all too weak to overturn him."
"…Oliver Patrick," Penelope said quietly. "The youngest Boundary Breaker in Stormfront history… Perhaps in the history of the entire continent."
