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It was as dark and creepy as it could be inside the Daimon Gate. Lorcan approached Gate 131 with caution, pushing Orla behind him. He wasn’t sure if coming here was a good idea, but they had to start somewhere. The aura of the area made it easy to imagine zombies lurking just around the corner. It wouldn’t have surprised him to see bizarre-looking creatures darting at them from seemingly nowhere. This wasn’t exactly a gate. Perhaps it hadn’t been in operation for a long time. There was no door, no lights, no computer, and no sign of living creatures. The dark Gothic archway peered down at them, imposing and full of secrets. “This is used to be a gate, I think,” Lorcan speculated.
Orla rubbed her hand along the wall, finding it damp as if it was perspiring. At the corner of the wall, he
