บท 1087: Karstly's Awards - Part 6

"""AWOOOOOOO!"""

Somehow, he had the men raising their fists. It had seemed almost joking at first, but that joking had soon twisted its way into true passion. The smile had fallen from Karstly's face, and his voice had hardened with his expression, until each word was enunciated by a stabbing finger, and his eyes were aglow with passion. His very cadence invited those cheers from all those hopeful men, daring to believe what their General told them. Daring to believe that here indeed they would find what they were all looking for – which, universally, was something more than they already had.

Even Oliver, for all his doubts about his man's character – if not his competence any longer, given all that Karstly had shown him – could feel his heart stirring. It was a language that he had spoken since young, and that he'd begun to long to speak once more. It was the language of progress, and Karstly had raised his fists, heralding its call.