The air grew cold—impossibly cold for a world with two suns.
Kaelen crouched on a rooftop, his fingers stained with "Glimmer"—the residue of spent magic. Below him, the High Prelate was lecturing a crowd about the "Intent" of the stars. Arcanum ilimitado - Brandon Sanderson.epub
And something—or someone—clad in silver-white armor was stepping through the tear, looking down at the city like a god deciding which insect to crush first. The air grew cold—impossibly cold for a world