The dark elves soon came into view.
They were tall, slim, humanoid beings with ashy grey skin and bloody red eyes that glowed with quiet menace. Their ears were extremely elongated, and despite how slim they were, the muscle beneath their skin was tightly coiled, like rope pulled to its limit.
Their clothes and armor were black and ragged, worn like something earned through centuries of war rather than given. Many of them carried large warbows slung across their bodies while wielding different kinds of swords in hand. Every few steps they took, they vanished into a cloud of dark smoke and reappeared meters ahead, closing the distance at a terrifying pace.
Aren used his shadow sense, letting it stretch wide across the field, pulling in every detail he could so that nothing would catch them off guard.
"Alright then. Let's get this started."
