Telmaris. A nation where strong hunter's guilds set their quarters due to its livelihood and abundance of dungeons. But amongst all of them, a certain guild, with no affiliated nations, is rumoured to be the strongest yet craziest of them all. They are called…Grim Fate.

Zephyr Gersche, is one of the hunters currently residing in Telmaris as of recently, though his powers and features are as human as it gets. With the threat of monsters growing each day, participating guilds within Telmaris and other regions have called for a gathering. Zephyr, of course, was out of place and was called out for the reason of his invitation…but something's off with him. Who really is this human before the eyes of the intimidating guilds?

'An image of a flaming knight in my dreams…it can't be, right? Though there's a resemblance, I think the knight in question has a sword, which this one lacks.'


Zephyr turns his gaze at Marthel who is currently supporting Vivianne. He clutches his chest as he thinks that their fighting power is currently below what's required to defeat the enemy in front of them.


"{Fate Threader}, please do not hold yourself back. We cannot let ourselves be a hindrance to you."


Marthel spoke as soon as he felt Zephyr's gaze. Vivianne, although substantially weakened, adds:


"I apologize…this is the second time I've been a burden since entering this dungeon."


"Don't say that. You saved us all just now."


Stepping up in front of the two to face the dungeon boss, Zephyr then decides to utilize the last of his combat relics in his current arsenal.


Chapter 125 - Chapter 125: This is not how it's supposed to end