The scene was chaotic and frenetic, and the tension in the air was palpable as the death scythe passed dangerously close to the throats of the two hundred elders. When the Black Elves revealed themselves and surrounded the area, a collective sigh of relief echoed among them.
One of them couldn't contain their excitement and exclaimed aloud, "The patriarch is using all the blessings he received; we have nothing to fear!"
Lian listened attentively to the words and felt a pang of curiosity in his mind. Before he could reflect on this information, a dense black mist erupted from the bodies of all the Black Elves, creating an atmosphere of eerie synchrony and overwhelming power.
"FORMATION!" Authority-laden shouts resounded from all directions within the faction. Weapons were wielded with determination, and each individual unleashed all the power contained in their body, forming a synergy born of countless battles and bloodshed.
