The way he said those words was lilting. It wasn't so much a tone of resolve as a tone of resignation. The pitch of those words was odd, as he'd forgotten where to place the stress on the words of his sentence. It was almost musical, as if he was remembering a song. He swayed in his saddle, his dead eyes were glassy now, and moist, seeing a world other than the one in front of him, in much the same way that Vol did, at times.
"My Earl…" Bogan said, seeing Earl Hellan's horse suddenly pitch forward. Bogan still had one last Grand Fire Mage left to deal with, and it was a fact that caused him no shortage of trouble in his heart. He ought to have been rushing towards his Earl's side… But that Grand Fire Mage still lived on, and while it did, their army would never approach any degree of order.
