Outside the Dungeon World, beneath a swirling vortex of energy that had now become eerily still, two figures emerged.
They stepped through the lingering tendrils of magic. Their bodies draped in armor that seemed to be forged from congealed blood. It was deep crimson mingling with dark black veins that pulsed with unnatural energy. The armor clung to their bodies and looked sleek, exuding a sinister aura.
The two women hovered silently in the sky, their piercing predatir eyes fixed on the vast structure below, the Elf Palace. Its protective dome gleaming with an ethereal light and inside it were filled with vigilant elven guards.
Despite the watchful gaze of those below, no one noticed the intruders. Their presence was so well-hidden that even the most powerful Elves who have high Magic senses, including King Gulben, were unaware of the danger lurking above.
