Wraith Mountain Range, amidst a forested valley tinged with autumn hues.
Six men and women clad in Tier Two Battle Armor, bearing the emblem of a pitch-black skull, surrounded a blonde woman with two long silver-gray horns on her forehead.
"Priscilla, you've crossed the line. Even if you're from Domain City, today you'll have to stay here. We'll wait for your teacher to come and bail you out!"
A Mountain Race man, nearly six meters tall, wearing a silver-white metal skull helmet, blocked the only road out of the valley, holding a giant hammer the size of his body. He calmly looked down at the blond-horned woman as if she were a child, his tone indisputable.
