When she'd lied about her age to join the ranks of Ixalan's defenders, her chosen path had seemed so clear and simple. Wayta scratched the scarred skin under her eyepatch, the injury a tangible reminder of all she'd lost in the war against the Phyrexians. All were armed and ready to face any foes they might find, but so far their most dangerous enemy was dust. She and nineteen of her fellow warriors reported to Inti and Caparocti, Imperial officers sent by the emperor to aid Huatli in her mission.
Room after room, tunnel after tunnel, Wayta followed the warrior-poet and her loxodon assistant deeper into the earth.
