The murmurs died down as Hans rose from his seat in a crooked, injured manner. His movements were slow, but nevertheless still unshaken.
"There's something you all also need to acknowledge," Hans began with a deep, steady voice. "Shadow creatures have been evading the earth realm ever since the beginning of time, and since mankind learned to defend themselves, read or write we have been able to study this creatures and know how best to deal with them whenever those portals open…"
"However, The Shadow creature that caused me these injuries of mine was no mere Shadow creature, for not only did it have heightened intelligence, it could speak, think and reason… being able to make rational decisions during combat."
A sharp intake of breath rippled through the table.
Elara's brow knitted. "That's impossible. Shadow creatures don't possess will, only the instinct to negate the pure Arcane energy in this world. They obey their nature— consume, destroy and repeat."
