Gabriel Dela Cruz, the Radiant Sovereign of the Philippines, stepped forward. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a focused intensity, his hands glowing with radiant, divine energy.
As a mage-type hunter, he began to gather mana, the light around him flickering and pulsing as he prepared his powerful spells.
His magic had the potential to turn the tide of battle—if he could unleash it without interruption.
Then, there was Alexander Graves, the "Titan of Calamity." Unlike the others, Alexander didn't rely on weapons—his strength alone was his weapon.
His fists were like hammers, able to crush through mountains if given the chance. His body was like an indomitable fortress, built to withstand the fiercest blows and retaliate with overwhelming force.
His fists began to glow, each muscle rippling with raw power as he prepared to charge headfirst into battle.
The creature, now fully emerged from the ground, reared up, a deep, rumbling growl reverberating from its throat. Its massive form seemed to distort the very space around it, as if the dungeon itself were bowing to its will.
It let out a horrifying screech, and from the cracks in the dungeon walls, countless Abyssal minions surged forward. These lesser creatures, though smaller than the massive Abyssal entity, were still deadly in numbers. They rushed at the hunters like a tide, but the National-Level Hunters weren't fazed.
Leon Vael, standing at the forefront with his usual calm focus, didn't waste a moment. He raised his blade and gave a signal to the others. Alexander, with his terrifying strength, was the first to engage.
He charged forward, his fists colliding with the Abyssal creatures, each strike shattering bones and sending debris flying. His speed and power were unparalleled, and the ground seemed to quake under the force of his attacks.
Gabriel, standing behind the frontline fighters, began his assault. With a chant of words that seemed to ripple the very air, beams of blinding light surged from his hands, tearing through the Abyssal minions like paper.
His magic wasn't just destructive—it was purifying. Each blast of light that struck the minions left trails of radiant energy, burning away the darkness that surrounded them.
Raiden, with a crackling storm of electricity surrounding him, joined the battle. His speed was nothing short of terrifying as he moved through the Abyssal creatures, each swing of his fist generating arcs of lightning that fried anything in his path.
Thunder rumbled in the air as he unleashed his full elemental fury, the dungeon lighting up with the intensity of his attacks.
Meanwhile, Leon Vael stood back, commanding the battle. His blade moved with precision, cutting through the enemies that dared approach. But his focus wasn't just on the minions; his eyes were constantly darting to the shadows, sensing the bigger danger lurking beneath the surface.
The S-rank creature was still standing, watching them with its glowing eyes, its presence intimidating even to the National-Level Hunters. It had yet to move, but everyone knew it wasn't finished. The real fight hadn't even begun.
The creature growled, and once again, the ground trembled. It was preparing something—a final move before it would engage the hunters directly.
But the National-Level Hunters were ready. Each one of them, seasoned in battle, knew the stakes. They would defeat this creature, no matter the cost. They had to. Because once it was down, there would be nothing standing between them and the true danger—the Abyssal Tyrant itself.
The ground trembled as the Abyssal Beast let out a guttural roar, its massive form towering over the group.
The thing's blackened scales seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the dungeon as it lumbered forward, its eyes burning with malice.
Its jagged claws scraped across the stone floor, creating a screech that sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Without warning, the beast surged forward, its hulking body pushing through the air with terrifying speed.
It was clear that this creature was no ordinary foe—its movements were deliberate and precise, a predator that honed its instincts through countless battles.
Alexander Graves, the towering figure of a National-Level Hunter, stepped forward to meet the oncoming threat.
His muscular frame rippled as he planted his feet firmly on the ground, his fists raised, prepared to absorb whatever force came his way.
The beast's claws struck with the speed of a predator, but Alexander's reaction was near instantaneous. His massive arms raised in defense, meeting the claws head-on, and the impact was enough to send shockwaves through the air. But Alexander didn't budge—his immense strength absorbed the blow like it was nothing.
"Is that all you've got?" he muttered under his breath, his voice calm, almost amused.
However, the beast wasn't finished. With a growl, it twisted its body, shifting its weight, and swung its massive tail toward him, aiming for his legs.
The sheer size and speed of the attack could have easily taken down anyone else, but Alexander reacted without hesitation. He dropped low, his legs bending in a fluid motion, and the tail slammed into the ground just beside him, sending cracks through the floor.
"Not today," Alexander growled, his fists glowing with an ethereal light. The ambient mana around him seemed to solidify, gathering in his fists as he prepared to retaliate. He pushed off the ground, charging toward the Abyssal Beast, his massive fists raised.
Gabriel Dela Cruz, the Radiant Sovereign, was already moving in the background, observing the fight, his mage-like aura swirling around him. He wasn't the tanky type like Alexander, but his magic was fierce enough to deal with any threat.
But Alexander had the front line covered. As the beast roared and lunged forward with another swipe of its claws, Alexander stepped forward, his fist meeting the attack head-on.
A thunderous impact resounded throughout the cavern as Alexander's punch collided with the beast's claws, causing a shockwave of power that reverberated throughout the dungeon.
Despite the force, the beast barely staggered, and its gaze locked onto Alexander with renewed fury. It was evident now that this was a creature capable of adapting in battle. And it was only a matter of time before the clash between Alexander and the Abyssal Beast would escalate to something more dangerous.
The rest of the S-rank hunters, including Leon, took their positions around the room, awaiting their chance to act as the fight unfolded. But for now, it was up to Alexander Graves to hold the line.