I led Luna and the Cookie Elf squad forward while we hashed out our plan for raiding the enemy dungeon. After we'd roughed out the operation, I double-checked just to be sure and got hit with something pretty wild.
"For real? Not a single one came crawling out?"
"Yep. Guess the other side was just as rattled. For three whole days the portal was just open with total radio silence. Not even an ant crossed over in a 24-hour span."
"Heh. Flauros and Gremory at least dipped a toe in to feel things out, but this guy's clearly a coward through and through. All right, then. Let's go introduce our coward to the new faces of our legion."
The dark elves raised their bows in unison. Their own bows brought from the Elven Forest, dyed black, were sturdy enough you could beat someone with them.
"Shaitan. Tell Nifela to seal up the entrance. Final phase of Operation [3-on-3 Mixer]. We're kicking off the 'Asking for a Second Date' stage."
[Understood. Time remaining, 5 minutes....]
