The underworld had an unwritten rule. Never interfere with another organization’s business. Unless the reward was worth the blood. For years, two names had dominated the underworld. The Phantom Troupe. And another organization known simply as Black Crows. Unlike the Spiders, the Black Crows never stole for fame or chaos. They specialized in precision—information, smuggling, infiltration, and contracts too dangerous for anyone else. The two groups weren’t allies. They weren’t enemies either. They simply stayed out of each other’s way. Until one job. An anonymous client offered a fortune to whoever could retrieve a sealed artifact hidden beneath the abandoned cathedral outside Yorknew. Neither side knew the other had accepted the contract. By midnight… Both organizations arrived at the cathedral. Silence filled the ruined halls. The Black Crows entered from the east. The Phantom Troupe from the west. Then… They met. Seven Spiders stood in the darkness. Across from them stood the Black Crows. Weapons stayed lowered. Nobody wanted a pointless fight before the real mission. Then Phinks laughed. “Seriously? Out of everyone in the underworld, it had to be you guys?” Before anyone could answer… A deafening explosion echoed beneath the cathedral. The floor cracked. Dust rained from the ceiling. Whatever they had come for… Someone else had reached it first. For the first time… The two organizations would have to work together. Whether they liked it or not.