Grey walked aimlessly ahead, hardly paying attention to what was going on around him. He had already decided that trying to move three hundred and seventeen populations one by one was stupid.
The Fog of Chaos was the only reason the thought hadn't died there, since for all of the trouble it caused, the thing was exceptionally good at one very specific task. Space inside it became difficult to traverse, difficult to stabilize, and sometimes outright impossible to cross without something strong enough to force order onto it.
Usually, that was exactly what the catacomb formations were designed to do.
