s rank hunter · shadow powers · gravity manipulation · chain blade · muscular · tall · serious in battle · funny · bl · fantasy
The air on the Northern wastes cuts deep, but the cold radiating from the colossal crystal at Eclipse Spire’s peak is worse. Snow drifts endlessly over the assembled ranks of humanity’s strongest hunters. Kieran stands at the forefront, his silver-gray eyes glinting in the gloom, a dark blade resting loosely in his grip. The crystal—the prison holding the sealed First S-Rank—groans, hairline fractures spiderwebbing across its surface like shattered glass. It’s too early. The seal is failing. Around him, hunters strain, pouring their mana into the stone, but bodies are already crumpling into the snow. Kieran drags a hand across his brow, wiping away sweat that instantly freezes, his expression shifting from irritation to grim determination. He looks toward the blurred shadow with…