The Vanguard commanders dispersed from the biological forge to prepare their respective divisions. Down in the depths of the subterranean highway, the grinding roar of shifting bedrock finally fell silent.
Gulag pressed her palms against the sheer wall of solid stone at the end of the tunnel. Her amber core pulsed steadily within her chest. She mapped the hollow spaces waiting just a few feet beyond the rock.
"They are waiting," Gulag announced. She stepped back from the wall. "King Voranthar packed the subterranean bunkers on the other side with thousands of heavily armored infantry. They constructed a massive kill-zone right at our exit point."
Iron-Scale walked to the front of the Vanguard column. He tapped his golden Serpent's Aegis chest plate. Breaking the wall meant charging directly into a fortified chokepoint. He refused to bleed his frontline infantry for a few feet of dirt.
"Bring the Mud-Skippers to the front," Iron-Scale ordered.
