A piercing scream shatters the silence.
Almost instantaneously, a group of Night Elven women melded together with their shadows, mostly unnecessarily because of dark environment around them and cloudy sky. Shandris grabbed upon her quiver and placed a shot on the bow. Anaya raised her hands in the air, calling winds of future to destroy their traces. Tyrande formed a glowing glyph in the air and sent it towards the nearby tree, where it started shining brighter and brighter, until a white flash revealed everything around them.
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