Nestled between the vast expanse of North America and the rugged landscapes of Europe, amidst the churning waters of the Atlantic, there existed an island shrouded in mystery and awe.
Only very few experts can even notice the thick and robust yet transparent barrier surrounding the island.
No other island in the world would ever have such defensive measures.
But this was no ordinary landmass; it was home to a structure so grand, so towering, that it seemed to touch the heavens themselves.
With its silver hues glinting under the sun, the structure spanned for miles, a mirror to the pinnacle of human civilization.
This was the Headquarters of the World Hunter Association, the most powerful and largest edifice known to the world, a beacon of strength and authority.
It was a hub of activity and discipline, a living organism pulsating with the energy of those who called it home.
