'Ungrateful sons of goats, I hope they rot in the pits of Shayol Ghoul for their cowardly actions." Kael thinks. Borderlanders have never been known to abandon their own, and even under these circumstances it shouldn't have happened.

Kael looks at his defeated soldiers, 'At least they retained their honor." As he looks at the spineless fools who refused to accompany him to battle. He could destroy their fragile bodies, warp their insignificant mind but with one stroke of saidin, they deserved to feel his wra-.

'What am I thinking?' Kael screems in his head, 'I've begun to rely to much on the One Power, I'm beginning to enjoy using it.' The filthy Shadow ridden saidin was said to be cleansed, but Kael knew it was an evil that caused the world to break once, it was bound to do it again.

Kael regains control of himself, "What next?"