Bab 1197: Candles in the Wind - Part 5

If ever there was a sight for what the end of the world might have looked like, Oliver thought that likely would have been it. It wasn't man against man, it was one colour against several, uniformity against diversity, one concept against the other. And what angry little concepts they were. When the silver river met the coloured one, they made something impossible complicated. Where there was overlap, there was life. Ever perishing life, but a liveliness nonetheless. A short few seconds – perhaps as much of a minute if they were lucky – of a combat per man, enough to make up for the life that they would be losing, before they were cut down. In a single instant, all their potential as a man was tested, all their senses and their strengths were utilised, and they experienced all that they could experience, going as far as they could go, before inevitably, they perished.

Against the backdrop of such a battle, Oliver's place was made certain.