In their hunt, the brave hunter has confronted many beasts and opposing hunters, and has triumphed over all of them thus far. I do believe they are closing in on the true target of the hunt, the source of this nightmare.
The hunter walks along the crystalline island in the blue void, when suddenly a young woman with reddish hair leaps down in front of him from atop a crystal pillar, swinging down from a rope. She wears a primitive-looking fur coat, the kind natives wear. She stands before him, an arrow aimed at him from behind a bow.
But it seems one last challenge stands between them and their prey. Another huntress. A kindred spirit.
"Turn back!" The huntress orders, the grip on her arrow never wavering. "I'm the only one who can kill the daemon here. Whatever it is, it's beyond anything you can understand. I've killed a lot of people to get here. I'll kill you too if I have to."
Wordlessly, the hunter stares back at the new huntress, considering her words, then suddenly whips out their saw cleaver, flicking it into its long form, and points it at her. This gesture is enough to answer the huntress's demands.
"So be it," the huntress replies, a hint of regret and sadness in her voice.