"Not my will?"
The Legion Commander stood in a daze, his body trembling slightly.
Herbert's words were like ice picks, piercing through the Legion Commander's boiling rage, leaving a chill that penetrated to the bone.
"Being... influenced?"
The echo of the Legion Commander's roar seemed to linger amidst the ruins, but his massive form was now frozen.
The Soul Fire no longer spewed flames of fury but abruptly contracted, flickering violently like a frightened beast.
"What... are you saying?"
His voice was dry, with a slight tremble he himself was not aware of.
The accumulated grief and indignation of millennia seemed at that moment to slam into an invisible wall, rebounding with a great sense of bewilderment and... a flicker of instinctual fear.
He instinctively resisted the thought, for it implied that the foundation he had defended for thousands of years might have been a mere mirage from the beginning.
