Hunting the Origin Monsters was never easy.
No, they were not just strong... Some fell with little effort. Yet strength alone was never the real problem.
They lived outside the barrier.
Beyond the protection that separated the world from raw, clashing energies.
Only the Chosen ones, and those rare beings capable of enduring both energies without being torn apart, could even step beyond that boundary and survive long enough to hunt.
"Grrrlll!~"
The sound rolled low and threatening as a glowing white wolf bared its fangs at Raven.
Blackish purple sparks crawled across her body like living veins of lightning. She stood calm, almost bored. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her hand and beckoned with two fingers.
The wolf answered with fury.
It leapt, jaws wide, claws tearing through the air, its body blazing with white light.
