Dark Region (4)

The moment the dark elves jumped out of the shadows, they released the arrows, specially-modified and smeared with lethal poison, on their bows. They glided toward the group swiftly and silently. The arrows were as slim as needles. Without taking a closer look, one wouldn't be able to spot them. If Rhode's party were a group of ordinary people, perhaps they would have crumbled entirely in this wave of attacks. Even if they survived, they could never resist the next, wild ambush.