Tragic end, no escape!
At the entrance of the Underdark, peace was restored.
Every once in a while, from a moment to a few hours, there would be different members of the soul Race entering the primordial world.
A day later, a large group of experts from the soul Race arrived in a mighty formation.
There were many of them, more than thirty of them. More than half of them were from the soul Race, while a small half were slaves from other races.
Among this group of people, there was an extremely eye-catching existence who was out of place with the others.
This was a special expert. His body was about ten meters tall, and his pitch-black body was emitting a blood-red light.
The man's eyes were red and his body seemed to be made of black bones. His hands were like sharp claws, and there were two horns about four feet long on his head. There were also two pairs of black wings on his back.