Beneath the churning surface of the battlefield, in the absolute pitch-black depths of the earth, four hundred warriors moved in lethal, silent unison. The ancient dwarven flood-conduit was six cubits wide and vaulted with massive blocks of interlocking basalt. Three thousand years of mineral runoff had coated the floor in slick limestone silt, but the air—cleared by the Skadi trackers' wind-crystals—was crisp and cold. At the head of the file…
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