The city of Ocryphia had activated its highest alert protocol, plunging the metropolis into a state of unparalleled emergency. The streets buzzed with panic and despair as the city faced an existential threat unlike any before it.
Ocryphia wasn't under siege by a group of terrorists or an organized force. No, the devastation was caused by a single individual—a woman of otherworldly beauty, as though she had stepped straight out of a divine realm.
She was like a harbinger of destruction, slaughtering Hunters by the dozens. Even the elite S-Rank Hunters, Ocryphia's best, fell before her like leaves. Their attempts to stop her were futile; they couldn't even mount a proper resistance before meeting instantaneous, grisly ends.
It was a nightmare brought to life.