But Rin was looking past the flag at a face in the ranks— a boy, a beautiful boy with the palest skin and lovely almond eyes.
Their eyes met under the moonlight. Rin’s heart leaped.
“Altan is going to lose because Khurdalain is not winnable, and when he does, it’s going to break him.”
“Altan won’t break.” she said. Altan was the strongest fighter she’d ever seen. Altan couldn’t break.
“Altan is more fragile than you think.”
Altan Trengsin was not invincible after all.
He had been so good at following orders. They told him to jump and he flew. They told him to fight and get destroyed.
But here at the end, without a purpose and without a ruler, Altan Trengsin was broken.