A Fake Emblem?

There were many times since entering Pagna that Raze didn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky. Situations would occur that allowed him to grow and progress, while at the same time there were also situations that felt like they were meant to hinder him.

At times the bad could turn into good situations, but considering how things went so far, and how he was in the Dark Faction right now, he had a streak of bad luck and this felt like one of those times.

'I should have known,' Raze thought. 'After learning that the Factions use strong and some of their best clans to defend them, that the Dark Faction would have one of the five major clans protecting the border.

'Out of all of them, it had to be the Lethal Bite Clan.'

The group could see a large queue that was filled with hundreds of people. The people themselves varied, some looking like regular citizens, others Wanderers, but there didn't seem to be many clan members.