Advent of the Most Powerful Tamer

Vermeil could feel the atmosphere change as soon as the crack in space appeared. In her mind, diverse nefarious scenes played out, but not one of them was where she came out alive.

"... Come! I'll take down one of you at least!"

She shouted, filled with resolve. Vermeil raised both hands to waist level, a large fireball, the size of a basketball, floating on top of either palm.

She waited until, finally, she could notice movement coming from the weird crack in space.

'... A hand?'

A human hand was the first to come out, patting around as if to confirm it's safe, before "grabbing" the edge of the cracked space.

"Phew... That was one rough ride."

The man who came out of it muttered in a tired voice.

As soon as Vermeil saw him, with blue hair and quite a muscular build, along with the unattainable level of energy he was releasing, a name popped up in her head.

"Zeshion...?"