Under the cover of darkness, a shadowy group emerges, their presence concealed by the night. Cloaked in hoods and dark clothing, each figure moves with a sense of purpose, their faces obscured by masks that reflect no light. The air around them is tense, charged with the anticipation of the task that lies ahead.
Among them stands a figure of particular note—the elusive, silver-haired Elf, whose reputation has made him a figure of legend and fear. His silver hair, usually a striking beacon, is hidden beneath the dark fabric of his hood, while a mask conceals his sharp features, leaving only his intense eyes visible. His presence amongst the group lends an air of gravitas to their mission, a silent acknowledgment of the seriousness of what they are about to undertake.
