Mother Angeste sat in her chair, her expression gloomy.
The raiding party hadn't returned at the agreed time, and even now, the Chief Martial Artist had not been able to enter the hall to apologize to her. That could only mean one thing—the raiding party had been completely annihilated.
This was rare in the history of the Drow Elves. Generally, when Drow went to the surface to fight, they scarcely suffered any losses. They were masters of stealth operations, but... they had been wiped out.
Considering that the enemy had even threatened this city, it seemed a logical outcome. In fact, this rather relieved Mother Angeste. Being a Drow Elf Matron who had ruled the city with plots and schemes for a thousand years, she most detested the dark arrows and conspiracies from other places. If her Chief Martial Artist had returned to the city now with a confident smile, reporting that the mission was accomplished, that would have aroused Mother Angeste's suspicions.