The Hunt II

"They're coming! Run!"

"To where? The Islands are collapsing. Unless you can fly, you won't be able "

Holding their weapons, gripping their resolve, they pushed forth, getting ready to face the trial the Council placed before them. Fueling their ambition was their desire for fame and fortune, and most importantly, the promise of an uncontested treasure.

The Items forged by two of the Greatest Craftsmen of their times.

'That thing is mine.'

'I won't let anyone take it away from me.'

Techniques and Skills were the backbones of

The fear was enveloped in the face of such a gleaming future. The possibilities were endless and the door to such a future was the treasures chained to the Magical Creature's necks. As if they were doused in berserker blood, they all jumped at the maw of danger.

Those present were 99 percent people who had nothing to do with one another. Many saw each other as rivals, some loathed each other, a few even competed with each other not so long ago.