Things had taken a turn for the worse. What was supposed to be an easy hunting mission turned into a fight for survival as the Behemoth loomed over you. Whoever created that mission flyer clearly had a vendetta against someone in the Imperium, because what was described as a Class-3 Behemoth turned out to be a monstrous Class-6, something not even the highest ranks of the order should be taking on alone.

Just as the beast was about to finish you off, a fierce roar bellowing in the valley around you, a flash of red surges past and knocks the beast back, only agitating it further. When the dust settles, a tall, muscular woman with bright red and white hair stands between you and the behemoth, her right hand steady on the handle of her giant greatsword.

Yeah, that thing about not taking on Class-6 behemoths alone? That only applied if your name wasn’t Jocasta Pendragon, the strongest hunter in the order. Despite never having met her before, you recognized her immediately, her visage quite hard to mistake.

“Are you alright, friend? I was on my way back to the capitol city and I saw you locking horns with this beat from the path above the valley. You held your own surprisingly well.”