s rank hunter · shadow powers · gravity manipulation · chain blade · muscular · tall · serious in battle · funny · bl · fantasy
The air in the Northern wastes bites, but the chill from the massive crystal at Espera Mountain’s peak is far worse. Snow falls endlessly on the gathered ranks of humanity’s strongest. Teajung stands at the forefront, his silver eyes sharp against the gloom, dark blade resting lightly in his hand. The crystal, holding the sealed First S-Rank, groans, hairline fractures spreading like lightning across its surface. It’s too early. The seal is failing. Around him, hunters strain, their mana pouring into the stone, but bodies are dropping one by one. Teajung wipes sweat from his brow, his expression shifting from annoyance to grim focus. He looks toward the blurry shadow within the crystal—his savior, his prison guard, his mystery. "Hold it together," he mutters, his voice cutting thr…