Arcon, once gone through the exit, finds himself in a mysterious cave. He has no idea that this exit is an entrance to the spider lair. With cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and no longer an exit, since rocks blocked it, Arcon presses on. His mother may have built an exit but it was a dangerous path to take. Not knowing how to use his staff or the path to the outside, Arcon wanders around trying to see a glimpse of light, besides his own. Arcon's staff is very different from the others. It has a strange orb attached to the top of the staff and is strapped down by strands of dragon skin. Lurking in the black, cold darkness, are several pairs of yellow, beaming eyes staring at him. Arcon, for a moment, pauses because he hears strange noises shifting about him. He turns with a swift, yet silence motion and sees four hungry, black spiders. All of them are drooling with their poisonous venom and as each hits the ground, the acid burns a hole right through the ground. As a spider starts to pounce, Arcon pulls up his staff and the orb starts to become green . . . The spider jumps at his prey and is . . . shot!? The spider falls over dead while the other spiders feed upon them. Arcon sees that the spiders eat their wounded. Arcon, also, notices that he did not shoot the spider. So, He turns toward three shadowy figures moving around. When they emerge from the darkness, Arcon sees that there are three hunters.
"Come on! Don't just stand there!"
"Who said that?!" cries Arcon still trembling in fear. A light sparks. Arcon turns toward the light and notices three hunters, all pointing at the spiders with poison arrows.
"Come on, lad! Hop to it! We can't just keep pointing our arrows at these spiders forever!"
Arcon slowly skitters away from the spider toward the hunters and the hunters open fire at the spiders, killing them instantly.
"We came here for the poison. You're lucky for us to find you way in here. Why are you here in a dreadful place anyway? And how did you get past the trolls with that thing!?" shouted a hunter.
"You can't even create fire with that!" said a man standing behind the three hunters.
"King Rycus!" they all said in complete, dumbfounded surprise. King Rycus is the noblest king of them all. He is king of Isdor and he is famous for creating archer mages. Arcon does not know of this because all he ever used was a sword.
"How do you know if I can create fire or not?" exclaimed Arcon.
"Your staff orb is green."
"So it has meaning? The color, I mean."
"Absolutely," interrupting one of the hunters, "You should know that if you travel through caves! How did you survive? Shortcut?"
"No, my mother built a secret exit inside the city of Recta."
"WHAT! The lost city of Recta! Show us the way there!"
"I cannot, for it is destroyed. The Hemdor came and destroyed the city and killed my mother. I have no way to get back inside because the only entrance is guarded by the Hemdor."
"The Hemdor! You should have said something! We need to get out of here before he hears us!"
"Quick! Stay close to us and don't get lost. We're gonna get out of here really quick," said the anxious hunter.
The king lifts up his hands and shouts, "Ira Ihm Mysara!" A portal suddenly opens and Arcon and the other hunters including the king walk through to the great city of Isdor. But just before the portal closes indefinitely, Arcon comes out of the portal to grab his favorite hat.