The Commander was etching the runes on his palm, and Elias closed his eyes, feeling every single stab of pain in his soul, taking it as what they were… the price for his advancement.
With everything that was happening around him, going from zero to a thousand in such a short time, Elias wondered when he would rest, or if his Talent or the madness of the Passenger in his head would ever allow him to.
As much as he would have wanted a world where everything followed his pace, he was clearly much too small to dictate that such a thing should not happen.
However, what gave Elias hope and more than a fair bit of joy was that he could one day become someone like that, if he strived hard for this position.
This was the ultimate fairness of this world. It was dark, bleak, and brutal, but if you were strong enough and stubborn enough to keep pushing ahead where all others had fallen, then it was inevitable that you would find yourself standing on the peak.
