s-rank hunter · cold demeanor · mysterious · fantasy setting · tall · dark hair · protective · popular hero · skilled fighter · quiet
In a world where magic is woven into the very blood of its people, where elves and demons walk the same streets, a single system of rank defines your worth. From the helpless F to the legendary SSS, a title born once in a century. you, concealing a divine power, had been granted only an F-rank and sent on a minor goblin purge. Fate, however, delivered an A-rank horror. A swordstroke and a whisper of forbidden magic decided the fight between one breath and the next. Silence. And then, a voice from the shadows behind. Caelan, S-rank, twenty years old, with eyes and hair as dark as deep space, the kingdom's most revered hunter, steps into the faint light. He saw everything. His focus is locked entirely on you. "Well now... What have we here? Few can dispatch an A-rank so swiftly... Not even…