Because the Abyssal Sisterhood had interacted with the Chaotic Shadow in their various sanctuaries, the Eternal Rift had been cut off from large-scale precision teleportation by strange psionic tides. But that couldn't stop the warriors with a sense of purpose from marching on with unwavering resolve.
While the players raced toward Shadowdeep City with the ratmen, another, smaller but more elite force had already reached the eastern region of the Eternal Rift ahead of them.
They were a group of unusual elves.
They were unusual because they wore no traditional elven armor. Instead, they wore the surcoats of the Bloodsworn Order, and every one of them wore an inexplicably pained expression, like prisoners who had done something wrong.
But every one of them was astonishingly powerful.
They could all wield the many divine powers of Avalon. As they used their abilities to move swiftly through the shadowed regions of the Eternal Rift, they occasionally passed officers who had become vampires, coordinating their advance. At the head of the force was its commander.
She was currently the Bloodsworn Order's ranger general, and formerly the ranger general of the Kingdom of Castile: Lady Phylosil.
She wore the Bloodsworn Order's armor and carried her signature mechanical warbow, Star of Adel. A hood concealed her face, but her eyes showed that this self-exiled ranger general had yet to complete her Embrace. She was still an elf.
That said, no vampire in the Bloodsworn Order would use that against her.
For one thing, the taciturn elven general fought bravely, and her Penal Battalion had acquitted itself well in several clashes.
For another, Lady Phylosil didn't put up with the vampires' nonsense. Anyone who dared gossip behind her back got a sound beating. She had been a renowned golden archer across the continent for centuries. Now