Thank you everyone who read this story, i know it isnt original but i really tried my best. writing isnt easy for me and putting a story out into the world is something i never thought i would have the courage to do. I know that things start slow bu...
Weiss cautiously steps into a room, her heart sinking as she is met with a horrifying sight. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and her eyes widen in disbelief as she takes in the lifeless bodies of young girls strewn across the floor. Each life snuffed out by the merciless hands of the unknown assailant.
Her gaze shifts to the source of the scent, and standing amidst the carnage is a towering figure—a Grimm of unimaginable power. This upper rank 2 Grimm radiates an aura of malevolence, its presence suffocating. It locks eyes with Weiss, its gaze filled with a sadistic hunger.
A name echoes in her mind, a name whispered in hushed whispers among the hunters. It is Zephyr, the Grim Tyrant. Zephyr possesses the ability to manipulate the air itself, bending it to his will with devastating force. It is a power that strikes fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors.
Weiss grips her weapon tightly, her palms clammy with a mix of apprehension and determination. Her voice trembles as she speaks, a realization dawning upon her. "This... This Grimm... It's too strong. I can't afford to make a single mistake. One wrong move, and it'll be the end."
Her mind races, analyzing the situation, searching for any possible advantage. But the odds are stacked against her, and she knows it. The room seems to close in around her as Zephyr takes a menacing step forward, the floor trembling beneath its weight.
Weiss takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm despite the rising panic within her. She focuses her gaze on Zephyr, her voice steadying with a newfound determination. "If I want to survive, I have to think. I have to outsmart it, find a weakness... or create one."
As Zephyr unleashes a gust of wind that sends debris flying towards her, Weiss reacts swiftly, summoning her Glyphs to create a protective barrier. The impact shatters the barrier, but Weiss manages to evade the worst of the onslaught. She retreats, her mind racing as she reassesses her approach.
Weiss fights with every ounce of strength and skill she possesses. She summons her Glyphs, launching waves of ice and razor-sharp shards towards Zephyr, but the powerful Grimm effortlessly deflects them with a mere flick of its hand. Weiss's heart sinks as each attack proves futile against the seemingly invincible foe.
Zephyr's mocking laughter fills the air, echoing through the room as he taunts Weiss. "Is that all you've got, little huntress? Your efforts are meaningless against me. You're nothing but a fragile doll, easily shattered."
