“She’s amazing,” Szeth whispered. You are better, his spren said. Go. Destroy her. “It is a duel,” Szeth said. “It is not about destruction.” She will kill you if she can, my squire. Imagine a slow death encased by stone, the whispers all around you … That image was cold and sharp, like a spear through his chest. It made him tremble, and something sparked inside him. Control it, the spren warned.
