Of course, with circumstances being what they were, and an army of fifteen thousand chasing after him, it wasn't as though Vol could suddenly claim the seat of an Earl for himself. The process was still far more complicated than merely cutting the Earl down. Still, it did not stop the men from cheering, and it did not stop the villagers from murmuring their disbelief.
"…We should have been ended there," the Elder said, shaking his head. "And yet I haven't seen a single man struck down – and they've gone and lost their Earl. Do you think those Sea Serpents are stronger still?"
He asked that question of his son Blight, even knowing he wouldn't get a satisfactory answer. For all the years that Blight had lived, he had yet to develop any sort of particular talent – but the Elder knew that as a father, he had to forgive him for that. People like Vol were all too rare. There was no point comparing themselves to him.
"YOUUUUUUUU!" Bogan howled, finding his rage.
