She softly chanted a spell, and a cloud of white mist drifted from her hand towards the fallen Dark Elves. This white mist caused the matron to howl in pain, as if experiencing the agony of childbirth, draining the strength of the Drow completely. If Batana hadn't still been engulfed in the lingering aftermath of extreme pleasure, she would have long died from this bone-deep pain.
Yet, despite such torment, the matrons of the Dark Elves were still eager to fulfill the Spider Goddess's instructions, as if addicted, unable to quit, escape, or forget, never satisfied.
The elite forces of the Dark Elves were shrouded by the white mist, and under the Spider Goddess's command, their souls slowly walked back from the Death World. In just a short while, the core forces of the first family could recover—although they needed a considerable time to convalesce fully, as long as the core remained, no other family would dare to plot against House of Bani. Batana had that confidence.
