Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 15]

But for me, on one knee, useless, Corvo's death brought its own emotions. I screamed my rage and stood. Something held me back, but it shattered in an instant. I took a single step forward to test myself and found no restraint. I ran toward the Greycloak.

"Stop!" he commanded, pointing at me.

The command hit me, but this time I was prepared. I tensed – and in some strange way, that helped. It was like I was prepared for a blow to the stomach and so not winded by it. I felt the command land on me but it washed off. I kept moving.

"Stop!" he called again, louder this time, with more panic in his voice. "Stop moving. Don't come any closer. Get down on one knee!" He tried command after command, before he threw both arms wide. "EVERYONE STOP!"

The command washed far and wide. The Vale soldier froze and tumbled. The Labour Caste crowd stopped their chanting and fell to their sides, almost unable to move. I felt it, too. I felt my body grow heavy and my legs beg for me to rest.

But it was a dull feeling compared to everything else. I reached the first step. The second and third were cleared in a single leap. The Noble cried out in abject terror, suddenly aware that his commands had no control over me, or that I'd somehow resisted them.

—Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 15]