A Glorious Battlefield - Part 1

His feeling of impatience ought to have had no basis. What need was there to rush? His goal, of making it all the way to his end point, in the mere matter of months, should have been called an arbitrary thing. Yet to Vol, that could not have been further from the case. He was sure he was working against a timer. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many options that could be taken away from him, and he refused to end up in the position of powerlessness that he had been left in before, battling against what felt like the entirety of the Yarmdon. It was only a matter of time before his actions over the sea were exposed, along with his powers, if they did not know already. When that time came, it seemed unlikely that he would be unable to enjoy the same freedoms he currently did.