The whole environment was unstable, the atmosphere was not welcoming. The ground seemed to crackle beneath Buji's booth.
All around him, some of the strongest hunters in their world had gathered. Among them were those who are capable of toppling mountains with a single strike. Yet, despite the strength, the overwhelming strength, there was unease among the crowd.
Seven dungeon gates had suddenly appeared without warning. Seven of them.
And the energy each possessed was unlike anything they felt before.
Buji remained silent as he scanned the field. Normally, dungeon gates followed a particular appearance pattern, materializing at the end of each week. In this way, the Hunter's Association were able to monitor and assign raids accordingly.
But today, something was different. The gates had come into existence suddenly.
The silent atmosphere of hunters suddenly began to come to life with the murmurings of every person gathered there.
