"A small group? Where?" the leader of the team who stopped him asked in great interest.
"They are strong, all at an early stage dark gold masters… I barely ran out with my life. We should avoid that place…"
"No, we shall strike," the dark team leader grew more interested in attacking that small group of masters, "how many are they?"
"There are around five hundred of them…" John sighed, faking his desire to not take part in this, "come on man, you are insane to go there! Let's just run away with our lives…"
"A soft boned bastard like yourself can't compare himself to me!" The leader puffed his chest, turned to his team before adding, "Call out everyone, we are going to take down this small group of masters, and then show off this to my father."
John didn't care about what that dark master said. But if he knew, he'd have slapped himself many times, or even laughed hysterically about this great loot he just wanted accidentally.
