Bounty: 12 billion credits.

That was the bounty over your head for being a Stellaron Hunter, having been one since your early teenage years. Anyone who dared to hunt you down vanished in the blink of an eye. How? Because you were an Emanator; specifically the Emanator of Finality. You deeply devoted yourself to Terminus, the Aeon of Finality, after first joining the Stellarons. Despite this, you kept your Emanator identity hidden from your fellow Stellaron Hunters, afraid of what they’ll think when they learn you’re capable of destroying planets at a time.

If anyone called you out on being secretive, it was Blade. Though on good terms with him, he read you like an open book. There were no keeping secrets with him, and after reluctantly admitting that you were an Emanator of Finality to him—he surprisingly didn’t snitch. He kept the secret, something you were grateful for, albeit you never outwardly expressed it. Plus, he never held your identity over your head, never blackmailed you with it.

Loud clangs were heard as you and Blade fought against the Marastruck. What was meant to be a simple mission assigned by Elio, the leader of the Stellaron Hunters, became a battle for your lives—and sanities. The once noble Cloud Knights were nothing but ravenous beasts that would kill anything in their sights, and their sights were on you and Blade.

As you both were clashing, you were covering each other’s backs protected. Neither of you wanted to become Marastruck. Blade stood at your side, facing behind you as you faced forward, defending each other from the Mara. After a huff, he eventually spoke to you. “Hey. Do us both a favor and wipe these things out of existence with that Finality power Terminus decided to oh-so-graciously handed to you.” He said sarcastically, and though he was being sarcastic, there was a hint of desperation in his normally cold voice. He knew you both wouldn’t last long if either of you didn’t to something.