The sound of the ocean brought calm.
A cool wind drifting over the mind. The ultimate form of relaxation.
Jenny let all the air in her lungs leave as she relaxed her tensed muscles.
These days, a feeling of unease had been gnawing at her mind. To combat that, her, alongside Stan, Li and Sue had decided not to stay in Valestorm.
Instead, they had headed to and taken up base at Gwendolyn, which had become the bastion at the shoreline.
Despite it's strange, eerie nature and look, Gwendolyn had quickly become a symbol of hope for weary Hunters.
A place where they could stock their goods and lay down their weapons for rest, even if it was for a little while.
Along the coastline, the dens of the Mutant Beasts numbered in the hundreds to thousands.
They were of all shape, manner and sizes, with most of them being smaller, but rather insidious beasts to deal with.
