They parted for him. Not because they recognized him. Because Dhaelon recognized him. Because somewhere across the battlefield, standing on his pile of rubble with his dead gold eyes and his mad, beautiful smile, Caldan's twin brother saw Vaeren coming and decided to let him through.
He knows. Of course he knows. He's been inside enough heads today to read an entire library. He probably knew I'd do this before I did.
The rubble pile was ahead. Thirty feet. Twenty. Ten.
