Tell Erawan, Dorian said, halting on the windowsill, that I did it for Adarlan. For Sorscha and Kaltain and all those destroyed by it. As Adarlan itself had been destroyed. But from utter ruin, it might be built again. If not by him, then by others. Perhaps that would be his first and only gift to Adarlan as its king: a clean slate, should they survive this war. Screaming filled the halls. He’d marked where the human servants worked, where they dwelled. They would find, as they fled, that their passageways remained stable. Until every last one of them was out.
