From a distance Vil watched the group as they made their way through the gate and into the maze. Her sharp eyes caught every detail, she can see that Lucas had managed to convince both the newcomers.She stood on a high vantage point, hidden from view, her expression one of detached curiosity."So, they're really going through with it," she murmured to herself. "Fools."Vil didn't bother to intervene or warn them. She knew the dangers that lay ahead in the maze. She had seen many groups like this one who wanted to get the Gear from the maze only to be crushed by the merciless challenges within.She found a twisted satisfaction in the thought that this would thin the ranks of the Invited, removing those who were too naive or reckless.They not strong enough yet they wanted to conquer the Floor. But still, they definitely better than the people who don't want to do anything.