*Later, at the Final Warrior's manor...*
Final Warrior: I have discovered something new about these Orcs... something unpleasant. They are... augmented by the might of Dark Magi... or rather, the Dark Magi.
Wolfz: Who?
Final Warrior: ... Durnadmuzkab Gro-Algari... translated, it means Sun Slayer the Black.
Rhianna: Of what language? It doesn't sound Orcish.
Final Warrior: An obscure race, born from the mating of a fallen angel with demon's blood and elf... something akin to a demon elf... but not exactly the same. These beings, known as Demon Angel Elves, or Draadur-Araadur Golnaytyr, are mainly Magi... but there are some very powerful warriors and archers.
Sam: We can take one though, can't we?
Final Warrior: I could easily take one... one normal one, that is. This Draadur-Araadur Golnaytyr, however, is bolstered by his own army of magically augmented Orcs. He himself has drunken the blood of many.
Rhianna: Many...?
*A white portal and a Red portal appear in the ground. Tyravael emerges from the white and Rezael from the red.*
Tyravael: Many beings. Dragons, elves, orcs, his own race... that is why he is alone... he is exiled. He was my downfall, killing the only other that I truly admired... and the blood of the Griffin Warrior in me was stirred.
Rezael: He left a liutenant of Hell for dead, and has drunken from the blood of that liutenant. I know because I was that liutenant.
Final Warrior: He has drunken and bathed in the blood of many dragons more powerful than Chu'nagaturanta the Midnight Dragon... does this tell you how powerful he is?
Wolfz: If he's so powerful, then why hasn't taken Evers'ilance yet?
Final Warrior: He is afraid of my power... but I cannot stop him singlehandedly... but he doesn't know that.
*Meanwhile, downstairs, someone is listening in on the warriors...*