Inside the dimly lit basement of a suburban villa at 9.00PM, a group of men with strong auras sat around a conference table.
The man at the head of the table was wearing a long trench coat and had a prominent scar on his forehead. Particularly striking was the black blood wyrm tattoo on his neck, which looked vivid and seemed to sway slightly with his every breath.
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