Controlling Meenlocks and shapeshifters is no easy feat; naturally, there's a dark force manipulating everything behind this incident.
Leon, new in town, was certainly not the target of this dark force; he was an innocent bystander caught in a conspiracy, but that's another topic altogether.
On this moonless night, in a dark corner of the Primitive Forest, three towering monsters were the masterminds behind everything happening around the Elf Village.
"The shapeshifters haven't come back; they're all dead..." spoke a creature with the physique of an Ogre, but it definitely wasn't an Ogre, as Ogres, with their legendary stupidity, could never plot any intrigues.
Amid the grating laughter, a filthy, disheveled monster stood out. It had a gaunt face, wrapped in tattered long hair, with scary black moles and tumors on its mottled skin, and its lengthy fingers ended in long, sharp claws.
"Sweetheart darling, it looks like your plan to sow discord has failed."
