Chapitre 203: Thanksgiving

"We've made it back!" Dorian smiled as he looked around the familiar room, his eyes shining. His smile faded slightly as he looked at the various pillars that were holding up the roof.

All of them were crumbling and cracked, the pristine appearance they'd had before nowhere to be seen.

'I must've damaged them by breaking the last chains that I could break, even if this area is still a dead zone.' He realized, nodding his head slightly.

'Huh… is this ol' Karsos's throne room?' A voice echoed in Dorian's mind, feeling as if it was right behind him.

"Woah!" Dorian spun around, his eyes widening as he stared at the speaker.

"Kaladin? What exactly are you now?" He blinked.

Right in front of him was a glowing orb of yellow light. The orb was slightly translucent, letting him just barely see through it. As the orb floated, it bobbed up and down, refusing to remain in one place.

'He kind of looks like Mister Bubble.' Dorian noted wryly.