"If this hunt goes smoothly," Rory murmured to herself, eyes bright with quiet determination, "and I take down enough level-five beasts, I should finally have enough star coins saved to buy a Gravicar of my own."
The thought alone filled her with insane motivation.
Just then, the sleek Gravicar that had arrived moments earlier hissed softly as its doors slid open. A tall, silver-haired beauty stepped out with unhurried elegance. Her presence was striking—poised, confident, and unmistakably powerful. She was clearly Rank Five, and the refined way she carried herself suggested she was well accustomed to being admired.
Five males followed close behind her. Three were Rank Six Etherians, another had just stepped into Rank Seven, and the last carried the oppressive aura of someone standing at the peak of that rank. Together, they formed an imposing group of warriors.
