Dark Wyverns
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MatureOngoing1h 56m
Last published Sun, Nov 28, 2021
A small syndicate, The Dark Wyvern does it's best to get by in the underground Desiring more recognition from larger gangs, they set out with a plan to strengthen there own gang as well as make a name for themselves . With Lloyd and Zyrria leading them, watch a handful of people turn Ariel city into a place of turmoil and chaos by there hands, making allies and enemies along the way, and a few dead bodies as well
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