Chapter 1922 - Poison Fangs - Part 4

The grandness of the enemy in front of him, the overwhelming of it – and then still, that belief of his men. The magnitude of belief that came from Verdant. Oliver had to trust it, for he could not trust himself. For those clever eyes of his, and his heart so full of wisdom, to regard the foe in front of them, and suppose that Oliver of all people might be a match for him. It made no sense, but Oliver was not in a position to question. He could only deal with what was in front of him. Delicately, without too much focus, lest he lost himself again.