The control room was quiet except for the hum of the Sanctum.
Lucian leaned against the railing, eyes narrowed at the glowing map before him. Alfred had just finished the scan—one of the monster nation's rulers, the Lion King, had come into range. Delta Rank. Dangerous, yes, but not enough to unsettle him. More interesting were the three Gamma Rank guardians listed under him. The kind of formation that would make most hunter guilds retreat.
Lucian smirked. "Finally," he muttered. "Something worth stretching my hands on."
The doors hissed open behind him. Lucy stepped inside, her steps slow but steady, her presence dragging heat with it. In her hand she carried a blade—a black steel long-sword, veins of flame pulsing faintly through its length. The Hellflame Blade.
