Vol's rage began to dwindle, as fatigue overcame it. Perhaps this hadn't been the right fight to take. If there was to be an opponent that he could choose, perhaps he should have chosen one that he at least held the upper hand over in some regard.
"You dwell in dangerous things, youngling," Bert said. "Dangerous, dangerous things. It is no wonder that you seem so godless."
"Perhaps that is it, my brother. It could be that the dark arts were what gave him his strength," Rast said.
"A reasonable argument, I think. I can see no other way that he could have become what he is… Within every Blessed man, there lies a fragment of the God that inhabits him. You can sense that – for him to have nothing, it defies reason," Bert said.
'You heard him, damned System,' Vol said. 'Oliver Patrick, what did he have? Who gave him the strength that he currently wields?'
!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!
