Two more days passed, and Yu Lin Bloodhawk simply could not sit still any longer. Once the Centaurs and laborers had cleared away all the blasted rubble, he rushed inside to inspect their progress. What he saw only made him more frustrated. After all these days, they had cleared a space barely ten meters wide and five meters high at the very back of the cave.
In theory, that space was just large enough for a single medium-sized gate. But once the Death Gate was built, there would be no room left to do anything else.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk returned to his quarters with a weary sigh. The labor shortage alone was enough to leave him at his wits' end, but he had no idea where else he could pull workers from to help. Once inside, he flopped onto his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
I wonder how far along that city in the Shadowlands is now. Even this lousy little cave has me stuck. How many workers would they need to build a city that big? I wonder if they have any spare hands to help. Those skeletons seem tireless. They're fragile and no good in a fight, sure, but there's no denying they'd make outstanding workers on a nine-to-nine, six-day schedule. No! They're even better beasts of burden than that.
The thought gave Yu Lin Bloodhawk an irresistible urge to go take a look. He sprang out of bed, left his quarters, and found a secluded spot where he opened a Death Gate and stepped through.
As he passed through the Death Gate, light and shadow warped before his eyes. When he opened them again, a bloody wind carrying the smell of bone dust struck him in the face.
The sky of the Shadowlands hung low