Dalinar- Stormspeaking

There. Dalinar felt something. A … faint Connection, like when he learned someone’s language. His Surgebinding, his powers, drew him through the wind around the outside base of the tower—­until he found something remarkable. A single figure, almost invisible in the darkness, clinging to the outside of the tower on the eighth level.

Kaladin Stormblessed.

Dalinar could not fathom what had brought the Windrunner to expose himself like this in a storm, but here he was. Holding on tightly to a ledge. His clothing was ragged, and he was wounded—­bleeding from numerous cuts.

“Blood of my fathers,” Dalinar whispered. “Stormfather, do you see him?”

I … feel him, the Stormfather said. Through you. He seems to be waiting for the center of the storm, where his spheres and Stormlight will renew.

Dalinar drew close to the young man, who had buried his head into his shoulder for protection. He was soaked through, a piece of his shirt slapping against the stone over and over.

“Kaladin?” Dalinar shouted. “Kaladin, what has happened?”

The young man didn’t move. Dalinar calmed himself, resisting the furious winds, and drew power from the soul of the storm.

KALADIN , he said.

Kaladin shifted, turning his head. His skin had gone pale, his hair matted and whipped into rain-­drenched knots. Storms … he looked like a dead man.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED ? Dalinar demanded as the storm.

“Singer invasion,” Kaladin whispered into the wind. “Navani captured. The tower on lockdown. Other Radiants are all unconscious.”

Rhythm of War Chapter 71