BAM!
The tuna hit the magic circuit circle with a resonant thud. It weighed a lot and it was enormous, a blue whale sized fish. Its scales were gleaming and faintly iridescent, a shimmer of mana saturation and its glassy eyes were still carrying the dim, fading light of the rift it had been pulled from.
The purification circle flared to life beneath it. Runes started to spiral outward in patterns of cold white light.
Oathran sighed behind his mask. "Purifying service, please."
Around him, the Hunter Association's purification center hummed. But the people, the hunters waiting in line, the staff behind the counters and the administrators pausing mid-task to watch, were not quiet at all.
"It's always a spectacle every day…"
"Yes. Every time he brings back Mana Dense gourmet ingredients from the rift, I always want to be here. It's so amazing…"
"Yeah, we really don't want to miss it."
"The White Mist is truly the best hunter out there."
"What do you mean? He is not number one."
