The fairies came next—tiny, delicate beings barely half the size of a human forearm, with gossamer wings that sparkled with an ethereal light.
Wherever they flew, they left trails of glittering sparkles in the air behind them, as if magic itself followed in their wake.
They looked like they had stepped straight out of the deepest fantasy, creatures of pure enchantment.
The orcs came next, massive and muscular, with large horns curling from their foreheads with blue and red skin.
They carried weapons designed for brute force—massive clubs and hammers and they grinned at each other with the eager anticipation of warriors about to be unleashed.
The beastkin arrived as well, but they split into two groups immediately.
On one side, the cat tribe—women with feline ears, whiskers, and long, swishing tails.
Their leader had striking green eyes and a mischievous smile that suggested she was always up to something.
