«Strength invariably distinguishes itself from weakness (this much is evident). Yet hierarchy is infinite: for every dominant force, a greater one looms. To endure, one must master discretion, never revealing true capability to those above, while deftly maneuvering those below. Play the subordinate to the powerful; command the pliant strength of lesser players. Only through such calculated asymmetry can one ascend beyond the grasp of the ostensibly stronger....»
«Do you understand?»
The sky was void of light, creeping with clouds of inky black, enough to dull the soul.
But if that failed to do so, the chill of the constant icy drizzle would.
The black rain never fully stopped, it just increased and decreased.
"Gru-gru-gru!" Friction, the sound of it jarring could be heard as Mr. Valen stood calmly atop a wooden platform.
Looking up, he could make out certain gleams from atop the hill, arrowheads obscured by the mist.
