Different

The seemingly sturdy car was blasted to the sky by the sudden explosion.

As blazing flames devoured the remains of the car, even in the dark night, the thick smoke was visible.

In a building within Sheryl Street, hundred of meters away from the car, Wilberst the merchant put down his telescope.

"Is he really a Monster Hunter? Or is someone impersonating him?"

Wilberst handed the telescope to his servant and took a seat on his sofa.

He was no longer energetic and strong like a young man anymore. His hair was white, his back hunched and he walked in faltering steps. Even with his walking staff, his old looks couldn't be concealed, or rather, the walking staff made him look older.

"Based on the intel we gathered, he should be," the servant said. "But how can a Monster Hunter…" 

Before the servant could finish, he was stopped abruptly.

A black figure soundlessly appeared in the room and blocked the window.