Leaving Epitaph to return to Reaper's Scythe's camp and deliver their report—an act that no doubt unleashed the full fury of Reaper's Call's leadership, Ryan and his companions finally reached the eastern Summoning Circle.
A dense, black mist hung over the area, swallowing the light and muffling sound. Countless players came and went through the haze, their figures flickering in and out of view. Every so often, the dying cries of a Gnoll split the gloom, quickly cut short by the weapons of passing adventurers.
The moment they stepped into the fog, visibility dropped to almost nothing. Somewhere in the dark, unique monsters known as Gnoll Rogues lay in wait, striking at the careless. But with so many players constantly sweeping through, even these ambushers were in short supply. By the time Ryan's group reached their destination, they had only managed to slay a single one.
