A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
It was strange to feel so weak. It had been so long since he'd felt a similar emotion. He knew he wasn't quite as strong as he could be. He'd thought of the Fourth Boundary more than once, but had been put off by how tumultuous the entry into the Third Boundary had been. It wasn't as if he could ask Queen Asabel for assistance in that regard any longer.
"Tsch. Fear is to be used on the enemy, not on ourselves," Ingolsol said. "You're cursing yourself with your own thoughts."
"I am in agreement. You have found balance, Oliver," Claudia said. "Progress of the natural sort will cause you ills no longer."