Chapter EighteenRagged lines of exhausted Legionnaires filed through the cramped tunnels of the Braying Caverns leading to the chamber of the Great Gate. Tramping through the darkness with only the wings of the Fey in front of them for a guide, the weary Legionnaires moved together as a unit, though they were divided. The blackness was as penetrating and unavoidable as the trepidation of facing in battle well-rested, properly nourished Fey Guards and many in the forced march struggled not only to keep moving, lest they fall and be trampled underfoot, but to keep their feelings tightly constrained. Some were filled with anger and hatred for their kin, the Fey of the Light. Others recognized the opportunity facing them in the realm of Jyndari: salvation from the darkness. The prospect of fig
