Jack stood atop the central tower of the dwarven capital, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the Dark Elves' last feeble attack had occurred. He knew their sudden weakness wasn't a fluke—it was a strategy. Something, or someone, was holding them back.
After weeks of investigation, intelligence reports confirmed his suspicions. The Dark Elves were mere pawns in a much greater game. Their true leader was an ancient entity hidden in the depths of the Shadowlands—a being whispered about in myths and nightmares. The Shadow King.
Jack gathered the Dwarven High Council and the city's leading strategists to discuss their next move. With his title as Baron and his revolutionary contributions to the kingdom, his words carried immense weight.
"The Dark Elves are stalling," Jack declared, slamming a map onto the grand stone table. "The real threat is the Shadow King. If we don't act now, we might be the ones caught off guard."