“Flee!” Kaladin said. The creature fell silent, no humming, no speaking. “RUN FROM ME!” Kaladin demanded. He did, dripping blood and shoving his way past the singer soldiers. He’d retreated from previous battles, but this time they both knew it meant something different. This creature was no longer the Pursuer. He knew it. The singers knew it. And the humans watching behind knew it. They began to chant, gloryspren bursting in the air. Stormblessed. Stormblessed. Stormblessed.
