The Ambush

The castle was silent, but it was the kind of silence that spoke of a storm brewing just out of sight. The dark elves, clad in sleek black armor that seemed to drink in the dim light of the castle, moved like whispers in the wind. Their glowing violet eyes pierced the shadows, their steps so quiet that even the stone beneath their feet did not betray them.

Their new female commander, the elf with piercing violet eyes and raven black hair led them with an iron focus. As a master tactician and a fierce loyalist to Xal’dar, she embodied the ruthless efficiency of her leader. Raising a gloved hand, she signaled her troops to halt, her gaze scouring their surroundings.

"Commander Rhea, we've reached the perimeter," whispered a burly elven soldier, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Rhea's eyes narrowed. "Stealth Zanthak," she hissed in a low, husky tone. "They know we’re here. They always do.”