Max didn't waste a single moment in the Almond Region. The moment he stepped out of the Battle Cube, he set his sights on the massive structure that dominated the heart of the region—a towering, fortress-like spire that served as the headquarters of the Hunter Association.
Its black stone walls rose like an unyielding monolith, scarred in places as if it had weathered countless battles. Defensive arrays shimmered faintly across its surface, a constant reminder that here, danger was never far away.
As he approached, the scale of the place truly became apparent. The wide plaza before the tower was teeming with people, a constant flow of warriors moving in and out of its great arched entrance. Every single one of them radiated a sharp, cutting aura—killing intent so dense it almost seemed to hang in the air like mist.
These were not ordinary experts; these were survivors. People who had stared death in the eye on the battlefield against the Nulls and walked away victorious.
