Time flowed neither rapidly nor slowly, passing silently.
The night mist enveloped the border area like thick ink, with the shadowy valley ahead looming vaguely.
The elite forces of the Bloodhoof Clan advanced silently. The mounts of the Heavy Armor Rhino Knights tread over damp moss, while the silencing fabric woven from spider silk rendered the multi-ton behemoths ghostly silent. The shamans atop the Giant Mammoths clutched their Silence Totems tightly, their motions and sounds swallowed by magic.
"The target valley is just ahead."
The White-maned Shaman furrowed his brow, lowering his voice to say, "Something feels off; we're getting quite close, yet there's no sign of watchfulness."
Dragon Valley was merely a few miles away from their forces.
At this range.
The White-maned Shaman was already prepared for discovery, his magic gathering strength and ready to be unleashed.
