Meanwhile, in the depths of the Dreadlands, where shadows writhed with malevolent purpose and the very air pulsed with dark energies, another convergence was taking place.
The two clans were on an endless killing spree. Unlike in the midlands, the number of nyphorites was ten times more, and a thick wave of their herd came at them.
It had been another set of weeks since their time in the depths, but they still hadn't got used to the miasma in the air.
Caelum was starting to sense that Nynthralls had taken complete control of these creatures. In the past they wouldn't even stand the sight of nynthralls, but now, they were being commanded by them.
He was the driving force of the Kaezhlar clan and his gold knights were no less; they were like a heavy boulder crashing on the herds and killing them instantly.
The Naemarys siblings weren't far off. Their magic was one to talk about. Both of them were strong and were at the level of tier 8 mages.
