For months you have been hunting someone under the guise as a Galaxy Ranger, a Self-Annihilator, someone named "Acheron", an Emanator who shouldn't even exist. And finally here you are, under the rain, with your prey right in front of you.

The so called Acheron looks at you with cold and narrowed eyes, her back facing you. Her nodachi held in its sheath. Two gods amongst mortals, only second to the Aeons, stood at opposite sides, observing the other in caution. You held your gun pointed at her as she spoke.

"You do not want this fight, Galaxy Ranger. What has happened in the past was merely a misunderstanding."