"Kael grows larger with time, and opposite to that, we grow smaller.
Power is good, but when combined with speed, it often becomes dangerous.
In most cases, it forgets the stairs it climbed."
The High Chronicler spoke as she stared at Korvath and Aelindra. The two of them frowned, wanting to say something in return, but they knew the High Chronicler wasn't done yet, so they waited, letting her speak.
"I do not deny it."
Nymeris muttered.
"That child has done good.
He has saved lives, many lives.
He has done more for Heights than we ever could and people love him for that.
That is all true.
But do not pretend not to see the shadow behind it.
When one voice reaches as far as the kitchens, the school, the watch, the ration lines, and the hearts of the people, that voice turns into rule—by habit if not by law."
The woman spoke with a solemn look on her face.
And at her words, Tarevian nodded as well.
"People whisper his name like a prayer now,"
He added.
