The dark tunnels snaked their path beneath the lush green lands of Elvenland, weaving and coiling through ancient bedrock like veins beneath living skin.
Above, sunlight filtered through emerald canopies and kissed the roots of towering trees. Below, there was no sun, only bioluminescent moss and faintly glowing crystals embedded in the cavern walls, casting dim violet and blue light over carved stone corridors.
Here underground were several pockets of space like an ant colony, chambers carved over generations, interconnected by narrow passageways, hidden behind collapsible walls and illusion wards. Smoke from controlled hearth pits drifted upward through hidden vents. The air smelled faintly of damp soil, metal, and resin.
This was the little establishment of the Dark Elves.
They had burrowed deeper into their colony, retreating further into the earth to keep the other Elves from attacking them.
