A dim blue glow came from the lights in the room, giving off shadows. Large tubes lined the walls of the cold steel room. One tube, in particular, was lit, glowing cyan, frost covered the small window on the tank.

A beeping sound came from the tube and it began to open. Puffs of mist gushed out and spilled onto the floor and Kaladin stumbled out of the cryo pod, naked and cold.

“It has been a long time old friend.” a deep rumbling voice said to the figure. “I do not wake you to reminisce, however. Once again they have been found but this time I will not stand by idle.”

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Kaladin, naked and cold got to all fours, and all the past events flooded through his mind. The destruction of Xer and Kligira. Yvlana, Fel, and Lamir’s death. Malik’s conversation and cutting off Mulguran’s arm. All of it washed over him in an instant.

Looking up at Felkuru, Kal let him look into his mind and see everything from the past weeks.

“I… that wasn’t what I was expecting,” Fel replied, his voice genuinely confused and surprised.

“There’s little time.” Kaladin Valhorn said. “We have a lot of work to do.”