Argath Starshine sagged, his hammer heavy in his hand. Somehow the three-fold seven company of the dark had reach the amulet first. The power of the dark lord would rise again.
Five thousand years ago they had had godlings and planer beings to oppose him. The world had shifted. The secret hiding place of the amulet that was too powerful to destroy had been located and the race was on to either possess it for evil or deny it.
And they had failed. There was nothing to do but watch.
The Seid had sacraficed two thirds of their number to build a wall of blood and magic, too powerful for the forces of the light to break through. But Argath did watch.
Neriath, the leader of the forces of the darkness, the Seid, stood forth with the amulet.
"Now what will you do, we have triumphed!"
Argath started to laugh, he could not help himself.
"You know, five thousand years is a long time. Maybe back then, when they still had flint axes and bronze swords that amulet was impressive. Take a closer look. Even your sophomore enchanting project was more impressive."
"There are still 21 of us, only 7 of you, and ... "
What he planned to say he forgot. Neriath attacked. The forces of light, well, not a single one of them had not progressed beyond sophomore enchanting.
Yes. I saw Thor, the Dark World. Not bad. But seriously. Thousands of years ago, Asgard puts an end to the Dark Elves. They shatter scores of the Dark Elf air craft carrier equivalent. Asgard has been at war since, increasing in might and dominion. The Dark Elves have a single air craft carrier now, not fully staffed. Ancient technology.
Do they snuff it out without thinking? Imagine a Trireme. The ultimate weapon in its day and age. Now returned from a magical stasis for thousands of years to unleash destruction and mayhem on the modern world.
Even a Coast Guard cutter would put it down without a second thought -- if it recognized it as a target at all.
Keep that in mind sometimes in some settings.