For her, for them, I would be fire. I would be death. I would be ruin. Horror swamped me, and I could do nothing but stand in stunned silence. My mind reeled as I watched Gathrriel leave no stone or building standing. But it was the raw pain and grief I felt from him that shook me to the core. What had happened to make him nothing more than a weapon of death? What had erased his empathy and compassion, leaving only pure blind hatred?
