The courtyard of Shadowfront HQ buzzed with energy as fresh recruits lined up for assessment. Kaen stood on the upper balcony, flanked by Zian and Mira, observing the new arrivals with casual interest. Below, Leon oversaw orientation, his short frame commanding surprising authority.
"I still can't believe he's the grandson of the world's second shortest hunter," Mira whispered to Zian.
Zian smirked. "Height doesn't measure power."
Leon's grandfather, Halmin the Dwarf Storm, stood just under four feet tall and held the title of the world's second shortest hunter. Despite his size, Halmin was a legend—known for clearing S-rank dungeons with nothing but raw force and impeccable tactics. Leon had inherited his grit and determination.
"Move it!" Leon barked, watching the recruits with a sharp eye. "If you think being tall makes you strong, you'll be the first to fall."
Among the recruits, two figures stood out. The first, a lean boy with spiked blue hair and a cocky grin, bowed dramatically. "Kyel Razen. Grandson of Krieg Razen, son of a S rank hunter."
Even Kaen's interest piqued.
The second was a tall girl with emerald eyes and a sleek white coat. "Tessa Varn. Daughter of the Varn Conglomerate's president. I'm here to prove power isn't just a commodity."
Zian nodded. "Strong mana presence from both."
Kaen smirked. "Let's give them a little dance."
In the combat dome, Kyel's aggressive style clashed with Tessa's precision. Kaen joined in without warning, weaving through their attacks like mist. Neither landed a blow.
"Monster," Kyel gasped.
Kaen chuckled. "Not the worst thing I've been called."
A bell rang faintly from the old tower.
Zian looked skyward. "What now?"
Kaen's smile vanished. "Something waking up."