"Ascendants are here! Everyone get back!" boomed a voice that cut like a blade through the thundering chaos of clashing blades and monstrous roars, as the officials of the Hunter Association erupted into swift, decisive action, their figures flashing forward to stand at the very forefront of the battlefield.
Their presence radiated authority and iron discipline, and the sheer force of their energy rolled out in waves that seemed to momentarily stem the tide of the advancing Null horde.
Just then, many middle-aged men appeared one after another, stepping into the blood-drenched arena as if they'd materialized out of thin air, each radiating an aura of quiet, lethal power.
Every pair of eyes burned with steely resolve, every posture radiating an iron will honed through countless life-and-death battles. These were the elders of the Hunter Association—the guardians of the Middle Domain who held the line when chaos threatened to consume everything.
