A few minutes before the attack.
The forest loomed around them, the light penetrating through the branches leaving grotesque shadows on the ground.
Even just standing there, the corrupt aether coiled around them like snakes.
Most high elves would avoid this kind of place but he did not, his plan was too important to act reserved.
"They've entered."
A low voice came.
One of the clocked figures stepped forward his gaze far off beyond the trees.
The carriage hadn't even entered the zone but he didn't need to see it since he already knew.
"....on schedule," he added.
There were five of them. Men who did not stand in the open unless there was something to gain from it.
Her dead brother's faction.
Two of the men didn't belong. Lord Dusk, Lilith's former fiancées father and a man who made the dark clocks look... different because of the countenance she carried.
