Outer World – Hunter Sector 3
The sky cracked open.
No warning. No signal. Just raw chaos.
Across the world, gates began to split through the atmosphere like divine blades dragging open wounds in reality. Purple lightning. Crimson fog. A storm of unnatural pressure flooded through every corner of civilization. People on the streets screamed. Kids pointed up. Hunters felt their cores tremble.
And then came the monsters.
Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.
Pouring out of the gates like a stampede of nightmares—fangs, eyes, wings, slime, blades, smoke, tendrils, all twisted and hungry. They dropped into cities. Towns. Fields. Highways. No region was spared.
The world was under siege.
Inside the central headquarters of the Hunter Association, alarms blared like war drums.
"Sector 5 breached!"
"Gate forming near Bastion High!"
"Two more in the eastern quadrant!"
Vice Commander Rael slammed his hands on the table.
