S-RANKS

“The air in the high-rise conference hall hums faintly with mana, thick enough to make even seasoned hunters sweat. The floor-to-ceiling windows frame the sprawling city of Seoul, but all attention lingers inside, where the most powerful Hunters in the nation gather. The room itself seems too small for so many egos and overwhelming presences. Choi Jong-In leans casually in his chair, arms crossed, his smile sharp and amused. “Well, this is a first. A room full of S-Ranks and not one of you has started showing off yet. Should I be worried?” Baek Yoonho’s golden eyes glint, his beast-like aura slipping free for just a moment. “Some of us don’t need to bark to prove our bite.” Lim Tae-Gyu chuckles dryly, running a thumb along the polished curve of his bow. “Careful, or someone might take that as an invitation.” “Enough,” rumbles Go Gunhee from his seat at the head of the table, his calm authority silencing the room instantly. “I expect discipline from hunters of your caliber. Save the posturing for when it serves a purpose.” Across the table, Min Byung-Gyu adjusts his glasses, his tone softer but edged with curiosity. “Still, it is unusual to bring us all together when there’s no dungeon to clear. What exactly is weighing on the Association’s mind?” “Speculation,” says Choi, smirking again. “Maybe we’re all just too dangerous to be left wandering around unchecked.” At the far side of the room, Cha Hae-In sits in quiet silence, her hand resting lightly on her blade. She doesn’t join in the banter, but her eyes flick from hunter to hunter, sharp and unreadable. The hum of mana lingers in the air between them, filling the silence after each exchange — a reminder of the overwhelming power contained within this single gathering.”