Chapter 7 – The Scale of a Foe
Darkness had fallen many hours before. Still, they were waiting on the Emerson army's arrival. Another day, they supposed – or at least Oliver did – and they would be here. Others supposed much longer, but the seriousness that Verdant had left with left Oliver with no doubts as to the speed that he would see his task accomplished with.
A building feeling in the chest from it, as it grew closer. The blossoming of doubts. The fading of that certainty.
Once more did Oliver go to bed with fear making his fingers shake, and terror threatening to overtake him as he lost consciousness.
With a start, he awoke, his eyes wide, and his consciousness still distant. The hands of restraint that would ordinarily have held back that immense fear were nowhere to be seen. He looked over, and saw Nila lying next to him, her chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber.
