The Dark Elf army silently traversed the tunnels of the Underdark, appearing even more stealthy than when they arrived. Without the interference of the Ogres and Trolls among the mercenaries, the elite units of the Dark Elf glided through the complex underground caverns like shadows, blending into the eternally dark background.
No one spoke along the way; no one had the mind or courage to speak. From deep within the distant tunnels came the faint low roars of animals, yet the Dark Elves did not pause for a moment, their eyes fixed forward, for their matron had commanded it so. Here, in this dark world, they were the kings, they were the overlords. Even the most mindless creatures wouldn't dare to attack these black-skinned beings—though they were much smaller than those creatures, their formidable strength had long been imprinted in the memory of all living things.
