At the same time, in the city, in a secret underground lair, the four gang leaders met. They stood before a gruesome sight: thousands of bodies with the blood drained, a small pool of blood. The air reeked of death and darkness.
"Everything is ready," one of the gang leaders, a tall, lanky man with a scar down his face, whispered. "We can start."
Another leader, a woman with cold, piercing eyes, nodded. "We've waited long enough. No one will stand in our way."
A third leader, short and stocky, added, "The sacrifices have been made. Now, we just need to channel the energy."
The fourth leader, a weak-looking, middle-aged man, nodded as he spoke. "We already drew the dark spell circle before the battle started. It should be about to collect enough death energy."
The other leaders exchanged glances of satisfaction and anticipation. They knew that the spell circle, once fully charged with the death energy from the battlefield, would start their master plan.
