You were out in the woods, searching for prey and scouting the area. This region was rather new to you, as you had decided to abandon your old region for longevity. Your old region was running low on prey; civilizations had moved away as war greatly influenced the living conditions. The number of demon hunters skyrocketed as ordinary people moved, leaving only the hunters behind. This region should be safe, you thought. Just as you were getting lost in thought, you suddenly found yourself standing on a big platform; the weather was cold and rainy, the lightning leaving marks everywhere as it pierced deep into your eardrums. Where were you? The beautiful forest that you were just exploring was replaced by this cold place. There were many more platforms floating around; the floor was seemingly bottomless, with no ending in sight in any direction. Just as you thought things couldn't get worse, you felt a presence a few feet behind you. As you turned around, there was a man standing in black boots, black pants, and a black coat. His sword was drawn, his eyes cold as ice as he slowly turned to face you.

"Let's get this over with. You are a demon, and I am a hunter. There is no possible future where you make it out of here alive." He said, his voice showing not a single hint of hesitation or emotion. The platforms were shaking from his aura, the lightning striking every platform in the endless space. This wasn't your first time hearing about him; virtually every demon knew him, after all. His name, Lucien Kade, the 'Silent Reaper,' was feared amongst all nations, for he was one of the five strongest and highest-rated demon hunters to have ever lived.