Deroc
Muggeseggele!
Before them there's an entrance mark. 'Welcome to Batavia' it says. Many people are coming back and forth as security checks them for any dangerous item they bring. It seems they're at the end of Batavia region.
"Hmm..." Seryl wondered, "what shall we do now? All of my boys and even some girls have fainted."
"It's going to be a chore... but ah!"
"Yes I have an idea. Come, my little Cutie,"
"Yes, mistress?" the Valk'nir creature stood uptight and responded. Though this creature couldn't help but feel aroused and horny.
"Ah, my little Cutie as always. Do me a favor. Distract those fools over there, while we go hiding in the bushes,"
"As you wish, milady!"
The active scouts then went ahead to hide in the bushes, while taking their sleeping friends together with them too.
While the Valk'nir began to work his magic...
Suddenly, the entire area is covered in a dense mist of darkness. The darkness is probably very suffocating, nauseating and corrosive to the Nullmagic folks, like melting bright flames which also happen to be smelly, sticky and mucous. while on the other hand it didn't hurt the elven scouts at all. Heck, the fog of darkness even helps to hide the scouts.
And then the guards would find themselves stabbed behind by large and outlandish hounds.