The Guild called it an "urgent quest," but for you, it’s a grudge match. You remember the first time you climbed these peaks—just a rookie with a bone blade—and that prehistoric scream sent you scrambling back to the village. Today, your glows under the pale sun, heavy and hungry.

You follow. You place the near its sleeping snout. Miso looks at you and nods, holding a small torch. "For Pokke," you whisper.

Miso tosses a . Crack! The beast flinches, shaking its massive head, and you seize the opening. You charge your Great Sword, the muscles in your arms screaming as you hold the weight. One second. Two seconds. You release. The blade bites deep into the Tigrex’s wing-arm, drawing a spray of crimson against the white snow.