Somewhere in Alkan's City Underworld, a meeting was currently taking place.
Several persons shrouded in dark light were talking.
''So, how many new players did your guild register?" Someone with a hoarse voice asked although it was impossible to see this person's face, from his features it could be inferred that this person was a man.
Another person responded; this time, it was a woman's voice.
''My Dark Fang registered two hundred new players.''
''Oh! That's a lot.'' The last person whistled. It was another man.
The man, with a hoarse voice, went silent for a moment before declaring. ''We the Dark guild will recruit few promising seeds as for the remaining.''
The man's eyes flashed viciously, and he made a cut-throat motion.
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