He had never seen battle. Knew he never wished to again. The chaos, the noise, the blood, the horses screaming— But he was not afraid. And Chaol, riding near him, breaking soldiers between them, did not hesitate. Only slaughtered onward, teeth gritted. For Adarlan—for what had been done to it and what it might become. The words echoed in his every panting breath. For Adarlan.
