In the lands covered by shadows, a powerful silhouette was running at a steadfast speed incomparable to anyone. The being had deep blue eyes, black hair, a handsome face, and a powerful body filled with raw power, waiting to be released.
The being was wearing the clothes of the Dark Elven Tribe Leader. He had two earrings on both of his ears, which glistened slightly in the lightless grounds of shadow.
Behind that being followed 38 dark elves swiftly and silently. Their faces were devoid of emotion with no movement, they looked dead, and their eyes had strange blood patterns in them which only served to make them look more and more ominous.
After an unknown amount of time and reaching his desired place, he was stopped. In front of him was the main den of Shadow Wolves, these creatures were once a nightmare for the now-extinct Eastern tribe. Yet now when the being looked at it, he only felt disdain and thought,
