"ALRIGHT, PEOPLE, THE GAME IS ABOUT TO GET EVEN MORE EXCITING!" the announcer's voice boomed as he declared "RELEASE THE HIGHER-TIERED PRIMALS!"
"It's time already?" Dean asked, he was hoping that Reid would get a few minutes of rest but it seemed that would be impossible.
"Lead the way" Reid said sounding unbothered by the lack of rest.
"Fine " Dean answered, his bat already located the nearest silver rank beast.
They walked towards it, seemingly unaware of the group tailing them.
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----a few minutes ago----
"Damnit, this is just too much work" a black haired, black eyed man spoke as his forged-beast— a tiger—took down a Bronze-tier primal.
"That's why I suggested we let others do the work and we'll just reap the benefits" behind him a black haired woman spoke.
They were a group of four bronze ranked tamers who decided to join the Hunt. After all, the Hunt is an opportunity for the lower ranked tamers to hit it big.
