He was there. It was a painful trek and journey, but Night finally made it. At the summit, he looked down and witnessed the bizarre idea of construction that the Dark Elves had. So contrasting and unique from their counterpart. They cared little for aesthetics, valued efficiency, and made sure that their settlement was well covered. Contrary to Light elves who grew stronger and embraced the sunlight, dark elves grew weaker. It was their kryptonite, while moonlight made them stronger.
Night found this particular nuance between the two very interesting. From where he stood, it made sense for both the groups to unite. They would be annoying to beat, one group that functioned efficiently in the dark, while the other, in the light. In a vague sense, he felt as if this instance was personalized. Almost as if it was a reflection of his internal world.
Badluck FTW!