Thunderlord, Guardian Of The Dark Age

While Titans have their walls, and Warlocks their libraries, Hunters have the wilds.

They're lone wolves most of the time, trekking through wild untamed stretches of land or stalking a target for a long time before finally striking. They're Deadeyes capable of striking targets with haste and precision, Stalkers of the Night silently lurking in the deepest bogs and the biggest of forests, or Tamers of the Wildest Storm flowing amidst the battlefield like an unstoppable gale of death and destruction.

Out of all of them, Hunters have the most to learn.

Their lack of a place inside the walled safety of the city makes it so constant danger befalls them, combine that with their own "glass cannon" nature and you may realize that many Hunters do not live long, most are fated to die in obscurity.

They will need to discover how to masterfully wield their tools and keep a low profile when necessary, a path many Hunters fail in completing and others, in understanding.

I had understood that path and mastered the tools given to me by the Traveller earlier than most. However, at the end of my journey, I was not the resolute banner of faith most would've expected to see.

The light was strong. Powerful beyond comprehension. Yet it still failed to reach certain places in the solar system, even on the very earth the Traveller stood watch over.

I had almost died for that very same reason.

That experience had lead me to ask many questions, many of which would be considered "sacrilegious".

As if that ball could ever be a god.

However, my questions would, by far, be better than the actions I'd take to find the answers I sought.