An Elf's Tale, Part 12

From a desperate escape to a seemingly impossible one.

Wounded, enfeebled, and entrenched deep within the maws of danger looming at every inch - the prospect of them leaving this place with their lives was rapidly turning bleaker with every precarious moment that passed by.

Yet, almost as if spiting those very odds, Eshwlyn knew they had to try, they had to succeed… if not for herself… then at the very least… she had to do it for her.

Faintly, she coiled a feeble grip around her sister's wrist - and after a quick exchange of glances - quietly slithered out of their hiding place in exchange for another.

The silver-cladded Elf was quickly joined by others, an ominous slinking swarm of ominous figures donned exclusively in the same red colors she had lifted in her hands from before - much like the stories she had heard back when she was younger.