Harder, harsher, they cut those strongly armoured men down with a frightening ease. Now when they looked to Oliver, they did so hungrily. Wolves in the forest. He offered them flesh and glory. They gave themselves to him, and recognized him. The weight of responsibility. It drenched him in meaning.
They'd freed up more men. Ten now. Oliver took them with him. The building of something. Growing and growing. More branches to the tree, roots in the soil. Urgently, Oliver went. A journey towards a goal that he'd simply longed to solve with a click of his fingers. Now, between himself and his goal, he saw not just a single path, but a web of possibilities, mapping out infinity, and running as rivers of overwhelming meaning.
