He had not been among those forced to mine for Ming in the Black Tunnels, but Vultan had heard the tales from his brothers who had. And this - this he imagined what it had been like.

The stench, the crushing darkness. No sky, no air.

The possibility of one's death, just around the corner.

He paused in the dark and took a deep breath, steadying himself with thoughts of his people. Their strength.

They had survived the tunnels. He, their chief, could survive this.