The description from Silver Thorn, interspersed with labored breaths, narrated a chilling scene that made the spine of every listening Elf tingle: eerie metallic sand that could absorb moonlight Magic, the silent advancement of a tremendously hard metallic giant that appeared out of nowhere, and a human Wizard heavily guarded, seemingly youthful yet unfathomable in methods...
"Moon Blade… can't break through the defenses, the Magic seems to have been devoured…" Silver Thorn's eyes were somewhat dazed, as if recalling that desperate battle, "The golems with rock armor and that sticky substance, I... had to burn my essence to break free. Dew and Thorn... didn't make it back, Whisper and Shadow Shuttle... were captured..."
Each name uttered struck the hearts of the Elves present like a piece of ice.
Six of the clan's finest hunters and Casters, an elite team, two dead, two captured, and only three managed to escape, even the Deputy Commander was severely injured.
