"Well, it was demons at the very first, and there were some dragons too, but yes." The images replayed in her mind, a flash of bodies, twisted and broken, the agony they'd suffered clear even after death. She could almost feel the heat of the lyrium again.

(Hear the hiss of the Greek Fire pots as the Deathless loaded and prepared and to fire at her. Smell the rot of the Stormguard's victims as she hung above them, awaiting her turn.)

"It was terrible. And anyone who wants that to stop, I can't help but agree with."