(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"How were you imprisoned?"
Vhailor was silent for a moment. The embers in his eyes flickered.
"Vhailor? Do you recall how they imprisoned you?"
“I do not KNOW.”
A crawling sensation ran up the back of my skull then, and I realized
something was wrong. Vhailor didn't realize that he was dead. I held my
tongue on this... if this was revealed, it could be dangerous.
I quickly changed the topic. "You say you serve justice, Vhailor. How?"
“JUSTICE uses Mercykillers as her EYES. JUSTICE uses Mercykillers to
dispense her WILL. When SENTENCE is passed, she LENDS us her
STRENGTH.”
"Strength? How?"
“The STRENGTH of JUSTICE depends on the harm the INJUSTICE has caused.”
"So... the greater the injustice - the greater the crime - the more strength
'justice' lends you?"
“When the INJUSTICE is great enough, JUSTICE will lend me the STRENGTH
needed to CORRECT it. NONE may stand against it. It will SHATTER every
barrier, SUNDER any shield, TEAR through any ENCHANMENT, and lend its
servant the POWER to PASS SENTENCE.”
As Vhailor intoned the words a crawling sensation passed through my body -
so strong it made me shiver. I had heard these words before, and I knew
them to be true.
This could prove useful. "Can you teach me how to use an axe as you do,
Vhailor?"
“There is nothing I can teach you. It is not the HAND that wields a weapon. It
is the WILL.”
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