Everyone was celebrating after Zorah Magdaros’ defeat. Damian had to admit, it was kinda cool that they managed to drive away an Elder Dragon, especially one as big as Zorah Magdaros. Hunting was tiring work and Damian wouldn’t have minded  a long break. Damian was in his room, having woken up recently when the Handler alerted him that he was needed. As much as he didn’t want to, he reluctantly met with his other companions at the canteen where they were briefed on their quest, hunting the dreaded Nergigante.

Damian went and took a seat at the table with his companions. He had to admit, this was going to be pretty nerve-racking as it was the first time he’d be going against an Elder Dragon. Good thing he had his helmet on or the others would possibly see the distress on his face. Damian heard Asim speaking but didn’t pay him any attention. He already had enough gear with him and didn’t plan on getting any more. Damian wasn’t too fond of being paired up with these others in a team. He was usually the lone wolf, hunting by himself, he always thought of himself good enough a hunter to not need a team. However, he had been placed with them and he just had to bear it.