Synopsis
Thousands of years ago, the First Expungement came. The world changed, and humanity was nearly wiped out. Thankfully, with the paracausal power of Angelicas, humans was able to push back the Ghost tide and rebuild their civilization
anger in his retaliation manufactured heart.
They removed everything from him. Presently, it was the ideal opportunity for him to do exactly the same thing back to them.
Maybe, by perusing this long and grisly story, you may too turn into a legend one day.
Prepare yourself, Tracker.
This is the narrative of Finn Harvester.
This is the narrative of the Incredible Apparition Tracker — Pro, Most despicable aspect of Ghosts
Rundown
Millennia prior, the Principal Expungement came. The world changed, and humankind was almost cleared out. Fortunately, with the paracausal force of Angelicas, people had the option to p
Part 1
Preface
"Live by the shadows. Safeguard the light."
- The Trackers' Statement of faith
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Dear Tracker,
In your grasp hold the story of a famous man. A legend.
He has killed great many Phantoms, exorcized innumerable detestable substances. Wherever he went, he left a waterway of blood afterward.
Many have attempted to kill him. Every one of them had fizzled.
He was a presence like no other. A man colder than the coldest of icy oceans and hazier than the most obscure of midnights. The scourge, everything being equal, and the epitome of The great beyond.
He employed huge and impossible power, driven by the dangerous fierceness in his retribution manufactured heart.
They removed everything from him. Presently, it was the ideal opportunity for him to do exactly the same thing back to them.
Maybe, by perusing this long and grim story, you may too turn into a legend one day.
Prepare yourself, Tracker.
This is the account of Finn Harvester.
This is the account of the Unbelievable Apparition Tracker — Expert, Most despicable aspect of Ghosts.
Part 2
Episode Consummated
"Administrator! Episode distinguished in Region C!"
Commandant Lionel squinted his eyes as he scowled at the huge screen before him where a guide was shown. A solitary throbbing red spot consistently developed the guide, developing increasingly big as the clock ticked.
"This… it's the greatest one I've seen at this point… "
"How would it be a good idea for us we respond, Commandant?" A lady wearing glasses remaining next to Lionel inquired.
"What's the Phantoms' model?!" He asked in a rush, disregarding the lady's inquiry.
"E-Energy marks are showing every one of the five models!" A terrified fighter shouted out.
"What?!" Lionel hammered his clench hands onto the white table before him, parting it marginally. "Every one of the five simultaneously, from a similar area… all in all… it's an Ideal Flare-up… ?"
"An Ideal Flare-up?!" another fighter yelled. "The last time that occurred, humankind was almost cleared out!"
"Quiet!" Lionel thundered, however his voice was trembling. "That was then, this is currently! We're much more grounded now, with better weapons and better innovation. Furthermore, above all… we have the force of Angelicas on our side, this time."
Going to the lady adjacent to him, the commandant provided his orders. "Alert the higher-ups and contact each of the five organizations right away — this is a crisis!"
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- The Ghost Slayers Corps Central command -
"Guildmaster, we just got a call from the Phantom Tracker Association," a little kid in a servant outfit expressed, kneeling.
"Gracious… ? What was going on with it?" The guildmaster — a lovely lady who gave off an impression of being in her twenties — mumbled breezily, voice light and delicate.
"Clearly… another Ideal Episode has happened. This time, in Region C."
At this, the lady quit tinkering with the apple in her left hand and sat upright, an evil grin all over.
"My, my… an Ideal Flare-up, hm? Seems as though I'll need to visit Region C myself."
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- Place of Spectra Base camp -
"What did you say? An Ideal Flare-up?" An attractive young fellow wearing full white squinted his eyes and stood up from his extravagant seat.
A man who seemed to be a couple of years more youthful than him shut his eyes and bowed. "Indeed, Your Highness. The message came from the GHO themselves. It can't be off-base."
"… " the youthful ruler turned his head and gazed out the windows of his imperial royal residence, eyes loaded up earnestly… and maybe a smidgen of dread.
"Might it at some point be… ? A subsequent Expungement… "
"What do you wish to do, Your Highness? Will I assemble our most grounded heroes in general?"
Twirling back around, the ruler cut through the air with his hand.
"Indeed… however I will likewise be going."
"W-What?! In any case, Your Majest-"
"I've pursued my choice. Set up the instant transportation gadget."
"This… " the worker seemed tangled, yet at last murmured and surrendered. "Figured out, Your Highness."
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- Religious government of Light Central command -
"It is here… following millennia… the second Period of Dimness… is at long last coming."
"Pope… " a religious recluse piece her lip, an anxious demeanor all over.
"Yet again I know, I know… we can't stand to capitulate to the Haziness," the elderly person who had verbally expressed the past words grasped the staff in his grasp firmly. "This time, we will battle — with the powers presented to us by the All-powerful One. I will not allow history to rehash the same thing!"
"I will alarm our Gatekeepers."
"Great, great… " the Pope enacted his Angelica as two blazing wings shot out of his back, red hot assurance consuming in his eyes. "Meanwhile… I will head there first myself."
The religious recluse gestured and bowed profoundly. "Be cautious, Pope Decision."
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- Night's Conflux Central command -
"Yamikishi-dono, you have a message from the Phantom Tracker Association."
A lean moderately aged man serenely took the look from the rectangular compartment his worker held and removed the lace that kept it moved up.
In any case, after perusing the letter's items, any serenity he had totally vanished, as fast as the shadows when sunsets.
"This… " his hands shuddered as he read the parchment, eyes opened wide in shock.
"Y-Yamikishi-dono?" the worker asked worriedly, somewhat befuddled.
His words woke up Yamikishi from his injury fit and recover.
"A-Ahem… advise every one of our powers to go to Locale C, at the earliest opportunity."
"W-What… ? ALL?"
"Indeed!" Yamikishi thundered. "Do I have to say it once more?!"
"N-No, Yamikishi-dono!" the worker immediately shook his head and hurried away like a terrified bug, while Yamikishi gathered his sharp edge and set out toward the instant transportation gadget.
As he strolled, a white sparkle encompassed him, dark blazes encasing that shine. He sheathed his katana into the casing on his back and squinted his eyes, dim disdain consuming inside them.
"… Maybe this time… I may at last have the option to kill the evil presence who killed my precursors."
*****
- Eidolon's Curse Base camp -
"Female authority Tian. The circumstance is earnest — Area C needs your help right away."
"Locale C… that is right close to us," Tian Xiaoyue, the matron of Eidolon's Plague, mumbled unobtrusively to the telephone she grasped.
"Without a doubt," the female voice via telephone said smoothly. "An Ideal Flare-up has occurred. We're apprehensive… a subsequent Expungement is coming, in the event that we don't repress the danger now."
"A subsequent Expungement… that can't be permitted to occur. Last time, humankind figured out how to reconstruct itself through karma, on account of the enlivening of Angelicas, yet this time, those fiends will be more exhaustive in their cleanse. On the off chance that we permit them to succeed… "
"Precisely. The other four organizations are dispatching their powers here at this very moment."
Tian Xiaoyue took a full breath. "I get it. Eidolon's Plague will place their most extreme into this battle."
"Much appreciated. As per gauges, the Phantoms ought to show up in approximately fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes… that is all that could possibly be needed."
With that, she hung up, prior to getting a badge or the like from her work area and shouting into it.
"Consideration, all devotees of Eidolon's Blight! Everybody is to quickly go to Area C to help the looming danger there! The more you kill, the better the prizes you will get!"
From outside, she could hear the raucous followers' cheering as they quickly took off for Area C. Moaning, the matron slipped on her battle garments, a shocking white dress with profound purple embellishments that matched her eyes.
She then, at that point, enacted her Angelica, a light purple air encompassing her, as she vanished into the deep darkness.
*****
In a little while, every one of the five heads of their particular organizations had assembled at Locale C. Every one of the residents had previously withdrawn inside because of the advance notice the public authority conveyed assuming some pretense of a weighty rainstorm, as mentioned by the Phantom Tracker Association.
To cause it to appear to be practical, they even had somebody capable with the Thunder Angelica invoke a gigantic tempest that before long gulped down the region, likewise encompassing it with haze so nobody could see outside their windows.
The five chiefs remained on the ground at the focal point of the city, gazing out of sight as increasingly more Apparition Trackers from their individual societies started appearing.
"A second Wonderful Flare-up… my, my. How fascinating," the guildmaster of the Ghost Slayers said with a wry grin, contacting her own lips.
"Intriguing?!" Yamikishi of Night's Conflux abruptly thundered. "Our predecessors were killed terribly in the last Episode… and you have the guts to call this 'interesting'?!"
"However much I prefer not to say it… " Pope Decision moved forward, staff close by. "… I concur with Yamikishi on this one. Those terrible evil presences… they don't have the right to exist."
"The GHO said 15 minutes, right?" The ruler of the Place of Spectra made a few inquiries, checking the others out. "How long do we have lef-"
Out of nowhere, a thunderclap crashed down straightforwardly before the five chiefs, and their eyes by and large enlarged as an enormous dark and red gateway opened up overhead.
"… They're here."
The five chiefs all in.
