He was all those things. He was still weak, with a strange innocence. And somehow, that made him all the more frightening. For it implied something. That stirring presence that was Ingolsol – to make that vanish. To hold command over it, just as he held command over Claudia. To yield such a will, that he could make even a Fragment from the God of Power kneel to himself. That he could appear innocent despite all that. That he could rule over the likes of Ingolsol, and be that which he was, at the entire heart of himself.
Indeed, it pointed to something. That, the creature known as Oliver Patrick, without the Fragments that inhabited, he was far more terrifying. For he was as invisible and fluid as the wind when he wished to be. He had the disconcerting ability to create storms out of the smallest of cracks.
