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Another rank three. Strange energy signature. It was unknown to him.
Not one of his men got the same chaos energy. Not one of the market's common drifters. Because they don't have any business here.
A rank three presence walking right into his den after a group of drunken idiots had come inside swearing vengeance.
Raka stood from the rough chair in his back room at once. His eyes narrowed.
The men returning ahead of the lesser vampire burst into the outer hall in a crash of bad explanations.
"Vice Leader…" one drunk shouted.
"Boss… " Another yelled from the back.
"He attacked us." Another one added.
"Fake token." The most foolish one said.
"He said Big Boss sent him. That is a lie." The leader of the drunk men said.
"He said he is from Iron House." Another one added.
Raka came out before any of them finished their mess.
