“What was that light I saw?” he whispered. I saw no light, the Stormfather said. “It was brilliant and golden, but terrible,” Dalinar whispered. “It bathed everything in its heat.” Odium, the Stormfather rumbled. The enemy. The god who had killed the Almighty. The force behind the Desolations. “Nine shadows,” Dalinar whispered, trembling. Nine shadows? The Unmade. His minions, ancient spren.
