"Left, through that vortex that looks like a shattered mirror." Yvraine stood on the bridge of Cawl's modified warship, pointing into the roiling haze ahead. Her voice was calm, even faintly nostalgic. "That's the 'Shattered Mirror' passage. Usually, only Kabal smugglers dare take it. Gravity is reversed in there, and it connects to the abandoned regions at the very bottom of Commorragh."
Liu Zhipeng looked at the dizzying route on the holographic screen and could not resist teasing her:
"Sounds like you had quite a varied career before you became the god of death's spokeswoman. You even remember a rat hole like this so clearly?"
Rather than taking offense at his teasing, Yvraine's gaze grew somewhat distant.
"Overlord." She stroked the Sword of Sorrows at her waist. "I fought in Commorragh's great gladiatorial arena for decades. I know every sewer in this dark city, every filthy secret entrance. Back then, they weren't just routes to me. They were my hope of escaping alive."
She turned to look at Liu Zhipeng, a dangerous smile curling her lips.
"We're going to the heart of Commorragh-the great gladiatorial arena. It's the most fanatical, bloodthirsty place in all of Drukhari society, and that old bastard Vect's favorite haunt. We're going to give him a very big surprise."
"A surprise?" Liu Zhipeng grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth gleaming with a metallic sheen. "I love giving people surprises. Especially the kind that drop out of the sky."
"Ember Guard!"
Through their psychic link, he called to the hundreds of Spirit Warriors still clinging to the warship's hull.
**"All personnel, listen up! We'll stop at the entrance. We don't need an army at the gates this time. That would scare the rats away. I'm taking Yvraine inside to negotiate. Stay outside and be ready to support