“There is no strength left in the world of Men... They are scattered. divided. leaderless...”
“I do not know what strength is left in my veins... but I swear to you: I will not let the White City fall... Nor our people fail.”
“I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me... A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down... but it is NOT this day - this day we fight!”
‘Ugh’, she said, rolling her eyes, with a shrug, which I could see, even though I imagined her doing it, as I read her text message: ‘this again. I don’t go in for this sort of stuff - all this Ubermensch nonsense, how do boys fall for it! I have no interest in being a hero.’
‘What a heroic thing to say,’ I tapped away... ‘Yes, you are far too subtle and elegant for this. And yet you are one of the reasons I have hope. One of the people I believe in.’
‘Ha! Convince me.’
For we wrestle not against Flesh and Blood, but against Principalities, against Powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.