“Who are they?” Adolin asked, baffled. He didn’t see how deadeyed spren, even this many of them, would help. “They are those who have been forgotten,” Maya whispered. “Blades and Plate who are no longer thought of. Dropped into the sea, lost, buried in stone, discarded by time.” “They … eventually fade back into Shadesmar,” Adolin said, remembering what she’d told him. “To wander forever,” she said. “But I haven’t forgotten them. And they, like me, have not forgotten you.”
