Crack!0

A coarse hand clad in metal gauntlets suddenly twisted a Blood Race's neck as though wringing a towel, causing blood to spurt from the twisted folds. A few droplets flew out, splattering across the man's face. The overly muscular man released his right hand and kicked out forcefully. The Blood Race was sent hurtling through the air, crashing into a wall and splattering blood across half of it.0

The man wiped the blood from his face and turned toward the main entrance. The blue-eyed hunters who had just rushed in stood rooted to the spot. Their gazes were bewildered, almost dazed.0

The man's bloodshot eyes scanned them from top to bottom. Half his face bore streaks of blood smeared by his hand, and his fierce features made him look downright menacing. Clearly, he was not someone to be trifled wiEvery blue-eyed hunter felt a jolt of fear as his gaze swept over them, as though they were being eyed by a wild beast. Even the elite bearded hunter reacted that way, and the leading elder, Wind Blade, could not help but feel a hint of apprehension. It was the sort that arose when confronted by an equally formidable foe.1

"You…you must be from the Treatment Ward of the Hunters' Association?" After several moments of tense silence, Elder Wind Blade broke the stalemate. "I assume you are one of the commanders from the Treatment Ward. I never expected you...0