Mistress Nightfall Of The Magicians

As they stepped into the Second zone, a place whose access was no longer restricted by one clan, Deamon, Dylan and eight others did so with determination. 

With how things had progressed, the tome that they had read, now had little to no use. All they could do was to wing it as it came.

At the same time, these people although strong, did not know that what waited for them ahead was a different world of pain. 

Truly, the female Orc Chief had been doing them a favor when she said that she was only going to allow ten of them into the Second Zone.

Dylan, like the others, proceeded into the second zone. Unknown to him, Deamon took a look at his back with a more precise look. 

After all, Black arrow had said it. Just before they left, she had advised that Dylan was only as useful as can be, and that any opportunity that Deamon should have, should be used to kill Dylan.