It didn't take long.
With one light movement of her hand, Valieth sliced open a spatial ripple, inviting me in with a wide smile that almost looked… sincere.
Almost.
We stepped through together.
And on the other side, I found myself standing in the middle of a dim, canyon-like space carved deep beneath the surface.
The rocky ceiling was high above, cracked in places where faint purple mana leaked through like veins of eerie light.
This was their "base."
Surprisingly… it was simple.
Rough tents built from leather and bone.
Wooden tables stacked with scrolls and blades.
Small fires lit the camp with a sickly yellow hue, casting shadows that danced like twitching fingers along the jagged walls.
But...
What stood out most…Were the people.
Dozens.
Maybe over a hundred.
Dark Elves stood scattered around the space, each of them radiating strong mana pressure. A few were A-rank… some were S-rank… even several S+ ranks.
They were warriors, clearly.
But no SS-rank.
Not one.
