"Emperor, over the hills."
"They have arrived."
The Elven squadron instantly picked themselves up and got into battle positions.
Juma smiled weakly.
"Halt your aggression. We aren't here to fight. We just want to examine our opposition."
His men trusted his confident words and sheathed their blades. The bowmen loosened their grips and the brutes hid their clenched fists.
Juma wandered around, through the small camp that had been set on top of the night-black hill and there he found a demonizing horde of Revenants grudgingly traversing through the black hills of Sword Grove.
Their purple eyes and the purple outlines in their armor were all that was visible, making the dark hills glitter with an alienist purple sea of stars as they continued to pass through Elvish land unharmed.
They were led by a strange white Revenant that was at least twice as big as the ones in its wake.
