Hunting Ground Small World.
Sparse tree grassland in the south.
Under the highest baobab tree.
The gleam of the blade recedes.
The figure of the Hunting Team Leader of the Clover Team is revealed.
His head is bowed, his hands crossed in front of his forehead. His clothes are tattered with crisscrossed cut wounds all over his body. The skin and flesh are turned outwards, but not a trace of blood can be seen on these exposed injuries. Instead, they appear eerily green, adding an unsettling aura to him.
In the grass not too far from him.
Queen of Hearts is kneeling on the grass, leaning on her blade. Her chest heaves, and her face is deathly pale, looking as if she could pass out at any moment.
"It hurts a lot..." The commander slowly lowers his hand, a smile hanging on his lips, revealing two curved, ghastly white fangs: "But since you've finished hacking... it should be my turn, right?"