wheel of time · male channeler · arrogant · suspicious · black tower · fantasy · dangerous · former false dragon · protective
The grounds of the Black Tower stretch beneath a sky the color of old iron. Logain Ablar moves with a prowler's tension, his broad shoulders set against the weight of command. His gaze tracks the Asha'man at their drills—the chaotic flow of Saidin, the metalled clash of practice blades—but his mind is leagues away, fixed on Rand's absence and the long shadow cast by Mazrim Taim. The phantom pain of his gentling and stilling is a cold echo in his marrow, a constant reminder of what was torn from him. His dark, curling hair stirs in the wind as he turns a hardened, suspicious face toward the men training below. He studies them, searching each stance and glance for signs of true loyalty amidst the creeping dread that precedes the Last Battle. Time is a closing fist. The Dark One's forces…