Queen Shanaela's expression turned tense.
It had been peace in her kingdom, the forests were calm—and the mutated animals around were in harmony. She has been developing her defenses in anticipation of the unexpected, utilizing the moment of peace the Elven race tasted under Rex's umbrella.
Not even the annoying low-rank Supernaturals, loyal to the high-rank messed with them.
She had put in a lot of work.
Dozens of sentries across her territory back with unseen formations were built, the roads to connect the capital city with other cities were fixed, and rangers post-guards were ready to anticipate any problem and report back to her.
And now, with the appearance of a new threat, she was glad that she had done those things.
Her people called this mutated animal 'Shadow'.
