"I wonder if he'll make it back at all..." A young hunter said, looking at the distant, black clouds on the horizon over the top of his mug.

"Hmm. You can't be serious, boy." An older, aged man scoffed, taking down a swig of Tanzian Ale. "That hunter is in the G ranks, far beyond your capabilities. The guild knew they sent the best."

The younger man stared out across the sea at the looming, destructive could hanging in the air far away. "But what if he's not enough, a Dire Moralis is a god, No one has been able to even make it flinch before, let alone slay it."

"Har har, you really know nothing about this hunter boy." The old man took a long, deep drink, slamming the empty flagon down with a satisfied sigh. "This one man hunted many a wyvern alone, some we consider demi-gods. Even the rare elder dragons couldn't withstand his blade. The Stygyian Zinogre, a beast that's ended many a hunters life, he drug back on his first go; Lagiacrus, the so called Lord of the Sea was bowed by his prowess; took down a Jehn Mohran from atop it's own back; Hunted down an old, ancient Goldbeard Ceadeus into it's own lair; defeated the vicious Brachydios at it's own game; even took down the monster appetite that a Deviljho has. All of them fell because he holds a determination many do not possess. No challenge has ever stood in his way. He is, to condense it all into one word... indomitable."

Artwork done by  Kobalt Silverstar