Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- “Brightlord Renarin?” Inadara asked. “Is something wrong?” The young prince had fallen to his knees and was huddled next to the wall.
- “I can see it,” Renarin answered feverishly, his voice echoing in the chamber. Ardents who had been studying part of the murals looked up at him. “I can see the future itself. Why? Why, Almighty? Why have you cursed me so?” He screamed a pleading cry, then stood and cracked something against the wall. A rock? Where had he gotten it? He gripped the thing in a gauntleted hand and began to write.
- Shocked, Shallan took a step toward him. A sequence of numbers?
- All zeros.
- “It’s come,” Renarin whispered. “It’s come, it’s come, it’s come. We’re dead. We’re dead. We’re dead…”
- Words of Radiance Chapter 85
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
