Prologue
AT FATE'S END
The Tower. A mystery to all. Hunters, reseachers, civillians,…. All can't help but wonder what this structure is. Tales and myths were tailored over the 3 years since its discovery. Only the strongest of species can survive here.
The clanking sounds of metals. Heavy steps thunders the stair of the tower. The human figure climb up the final rocky steps of the stairs as he gasp for air. This one is a hunter. His armor and weapon proved this. The metallic chestplate was lined with rows of reddish scales, the rest of the armor were also made of red shells and scales. The helmet however was somewhat deformed, almost half of the piece was torned with claw marks. The hunter reach for his helm, lifting it off. The shaggy and long black hair were releashed, revealing a stern yet exhausted face. Holding the torn red helmet in his left hand, he examine the blood trails on his forehead. It was only a flesh wound as the helmet absorbed most of the damages. He reaches for his pouch, which is tied to the armored waist along with some other tools, and pull out a green tube containing the same colored liquid.
"Tch….that beastie sure is a pain in the ass! Guess those guys werent joking about the flames, even Rathalos scales can't withstand it long"
The man said as he drinks the green subtance from the small tube. Just as he finishes the drink immediately takes effects, numbing all his wounds. Suddenly, a powerful roar pierced the sky, followed by an silver shadow.
The metallic silver scale of the beast shimmers as rays of lights reflects on them. The wings flaps strongly, creating small whirwinds on the ground
"Kuh, didn't think it would be this quick for it to find me"
The hunter mumbled as he grabs the hilt of his weapon, a large bulky greatsword, and unsheath it. The torn helmet was casted aside as both hands hold the handle firmly, pointing the sharp edge towards the wyvern.
"Now or never" The hunter mumbled to himself
Time seemed to slow down around him as he takes a strong dash, shouting at the top of his lungs. As the roar of the monster and the hunter's battlecry mixed together, the blade meets the talons with violent and strong forces…..