In a forest not far from the city, a group of Ascendants moved with purpose, their eyes fixed on their quarry. The dense canopy above barely filtered the sunlight, casting a dappled pattern on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of earth and the distant, musky odor of their prey.
They were on the hunt for grey wolves, formidable creatures classified as Tier 2 beasts. These wolves were not the simple animals of old; they were bigger, faster, and far more cunning, their eyes glowing with an eerie intelligence. The cores of these beasts were valuable, known to contain concentrated mana, making them a prized catch.
Leading the group of Tier 2 Ascendants was a Tier 3 Ascendant, a woman named Lyra. She was a figure of authority, her stance confident and her gaze sharp. Her dark hair was pulled back in a practical braid, and her cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze.