Chapter 220: Mana vs. Health

Meanwhile, beneath the vast expanse of the luminous sky, nestled amidst the towering peaks of a remote mountain, the heart of the Pudong Tiger Mafia thrived. 

Within a lavishly adorned room, perched atop the summit like a regal throne, a fervent discussion unfolded.

The air buzzed with a cacophony of voices, a symphony of discontent and apprehension. Shadows danced along the dragon-shaped pillars that adorned the chamber, casting an eerie glow upon the gathering.

"The Templar grows bolder by the day, and our brethren in the Balkan faction are in dire need of our assistance," one voice declared, its timbre laced with somber gravity. Heads nodded in agreement, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

"The Blood Moon wanes too swiftly, leaving us with little time to act. Our agent, dispatched to gather intelligence, has vanished without a trace, leaving us in the dark," another participant chimed in, their tone laced with frustration.