The elves arrayed in formation were like a Holy Army out of myth. Radiance flowed in their twin irises like rainbows, as though harboring manifold Magic, and the Power seeping forth traced patterns upon their skin, yet not a thread leaked out from within their bodies.
The slaves standing guard beyond the Royal Court unleashed blazing Magic Attacks that vanished entirely before the Elf Guards. On the surface of their Armor, tender green vines coiled and bound tight, like ornamental tracery.
The Horned Race clad in Heavy Armor seemed akin to heroic demigods. The Armor, whether rough-hewn or exquisitely wrought, came from different sources, bore different styles, yet in all of them could be seen the countless heart's blood of the forgers.
