Ilyena was last. We are reborn, Rand thought, so we can do better the next time. So do better. He opened his eyes and placed his hand before him, palm against blackness that felt solid. His self that had fuzzed, becoming indistinct as the Dark One ripped at it, pulled together. He placed his other arm down, then heaved himself to his knees. And then, Rand al’Thor—the Dragon Reborn—stood up once again to face the Shadow.
