The Dark One was not a being. It was the darkness between. Between lights, between moments, between eyeblinks. ALL IS MINE THIS TIME. IT WAS EVER MEANT TO BE. IT WILL EVER BE. Rand saluted those who died. The blood running across rocks. The weeping of those who witnessed others fall. The Shadow threw all of it at Rand, intent on Rand’s destruction. But it did not destroy him. “We will never give in,” Rand whispered. “I will never give in.”
