Blake and Innu were waiting for the sky to drop. Both of them were rather nervous; based on the time, there was still an hour left until their meeting was to take place. The two of them were on the rooftop of an apartment building.After getting through the door of a storage room, there was a large square crate. It wasn’t a regular crate; the outside was reinforced in thick metal, and if a regular person tried to open such a thing, it would be impossible.Heading forward, Blake lifted the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a type of brace underneath that covered half of his forearm. As he tapped it against the crate, the sound of compressed air was heard, and the lid lifted up.“Will you look at that, they came through for us,” Blake said.Inside the crate itself, right at the top, two masks could be seen as well with other items, such as the suit they would wear that was plated in certain areas. Pulling off the top layer, they noticed there were several more things underneath.“Take ever

Out of all of the Altered squads that were meant to gather, Roman’s squad was considered the smallest. This was due to what had occurred before they had reached this point. Originally, Blake and Innu weren’t a part of Roman’s squad, but in the tough battles against the Lupus Gang, many members were lost, and he was the only one left.Which was why the two had joined up with him. Equally, they were meant to meet the other squads here today, and if they had, they would have been a strong team of fifteen, being able to play off each other’s strengths and weaknesses, using various items to combat against them.Now, though, there were only three, and they weren’t being surrounded by a group of Altered; they were being surrounded by a pack of fierce and fast, hungry Werewolves.“We have no choice but to run!” Roman shouted as he pulled a small circular object off from his chest and threw it straight to the ground. It exploded, creating a veil of smoke around the three of them.With their ma

Blake knew about the different rankings of weapons given to the higher-starred hunters. How much better certain materials and armor could do for them. Even the suit that they were wearing now, it was flexible but sturdy, able to take even scratches from the Werewolves and absorbing some of the powerful strikes.When it came to weapons, he hadn’t found anything better than his red swords. It felt like it was the luck of the draw at the time. Weapons that weren’t meant to be given at that grade level were present, and he took it and went with it.Which was why, opening the box and seeing another weapon, for some reason he just didn’t feel like it was what they needed to get out of the current situation. There was only one piece of equipment that made him feel a certain way, the special red armor that was placed in one of the main bases of the Altered hunters.The sword was covered in a cloth, and it even lay there with a particular cloth. Blake lifted it up and flung it over his shoulde

Both Innu and Blake had witnessed the last moments of Roman, the five-star hunter. Before, in the Altered Hunters Society, when a five-star hunter perished, it was a large deal.Their strength, their stars on their body, was proof of how much they had been through in the organization. How many battles they had faced and managed to get out alive time and time again.The profession was one that had a somewhat high amount of deaths. This was mitigated through the times as Altered Hunters came up with more rules. To not strike on their own, to research who they were taking out, doing a calculation to only get involved in fights they knew they could win.However, one could say that five-star hunters had managed to surpass all of that, giving them free rein. It felt like they were almost unstoppable. The strength within the five-star hunters varied greatly, though.As there was no upper limit, all of the five-star hunters were grouped into one category. Still, it was believed that maybe som

“The colors in the sky are quite numerous and various in degrees,” Lupus said as he reached out his hand in the air. He was standing on the outside of his castle wall on the hilltop, overlooking the great and large city that they had built.Then he looked at the Botanical gardens in the distance. The scents that were noticeable to him were flowing into particular places, and as the winds blew, he could tell the difference between each one.“It was as you guessed,” Garlark said, standing by his side, an old man who was grey all over, in a brown suit, and using a walking stick by his side. The oldest serving Werewolf of the Alphas. The man who was always by Lupus’ side and had the most knowledge about the Werewolves, the bookkeeper of sorts.“Among the Altered Hunters, we have discovered them in the scents. So they are highly likely to be behind this,” Garlark said.“Right, a mixture of foolish humans who believe they are committing to some ideals, while actually being swayed by another