Telmaris. A nation where strong hunter's guilds set their quarters due to its livelihood and abundance of dungeons. But amongst all of them, a certain guild, with no affiliated nations, is rumoured to be the strongest yet craziest of them all. They are called…Grim Fate.

Zephyr Gersche, is one of the hunters currently residing in Telmaris as of recently, though his powers and features are as human as it gets. With the threat of monsters growing each day, participating guilds within Telmaris and other regions have called for a gathering. Zephyr, of course, was out of place and was called out for the reason of his invitation…but something's off with him. Who really is this human before the eyes of the intimidating guilds?

An exhausted groan fills up what seems to be a huge, empty, training ground. Upon the vast empty space, a sword was being swung endlessly by a desperate and assiduous noble woman.


After a while, the sword fell to the ground as its wielder's grip has grown tired and sore. Sweating like buckets, the woman reaches her hand to the sword that has fallen. As she was about to touch the handle, a foot assisted her and lightly tipped the sword towards her hand. As the noble woman looks up, she saw the figure of the individual who seems to be watching her from afar.


"You're too rough on yourself, but you have the spirit. My name is Jaina, a hunter. May I know yours, milady?"


As Jaina declares her intention, Fiona shows a concerned expression, but then she shakes her head and does a nod. She then takes a deep breathe and assumes a stance.


Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: The Serpent's Fangs