Epilogue~

Grey scales flashed and shimmered in a hazy sort of way before the blurry eyes of the Eldar. The Eldar was not used to such noise. The clicking of limbs and the flicking of wings and the shifting of eyes as the horde waited for orders... it was confusing to the Eldar. However, it knew what it must do.

"Long... long have we waited for thisss day..." hissed the Eldar. "Long and painful wasss the climb through the flessshhh of the onesss that call themssselvesss Changlingsssss..." A murmur of anger rippled through the gathered many, stilling itself instantly as the Eldar raised one nearly transparent claw for silence, and continued. "But now... we are nearly ready. SSSSHHEEEE isss nearly ready... and Sshheee hasss given us orderssss.... ordersssss for preparation... and for dessssstruction!"

A mad clacking and hissing could be heard, along with the low buzz of a thousand wasplike wings stirring under a thousand gray, fluttering cloaks. Black eyes flashed with glints of mad red in the dim light, let in only through the entryway. And behind the Eldar... something shifted in the darkness, something monstrous. A hum of approval drifted through the cavern, and out into the passegeways and tunnels, which crisscrossed through the ground for mile after mile... and all along those tunnels, wings stirred and eyes flashed and hisses rent the air. The queen is awake.