The Ranger captured the justice he sought in this hunting game.
Awaiting the Hunt
A stage script co-written by the Actors in a relay format, depicting a certain facet of the battle to hunt the Voracity from different points of view. After the public performance ends, the writer with the lowest box office earnings will be tasked with hunting down the Troupe Master and hounding her for manuscripts for the coming year.
Curtain rises. The roar of THE VORACITY echoes from offstage as stunt actors draw the black cloth of THE FINALITY toward the four corners of the stage.
NARRATOR: The war of the Voracity remains deadlocked. The boundless power of the Finality spreads, suppressing Oroboros's ferocity.
A dark shadow hangs in the air. The DETECTIVE and the KILLER dance around it.
SHADOW: I've woven a giant net from the stars. The Voracity has nowhere to run. O ingenious detective, why do you still look so glum?
DETECTIVE: Though the net has been cast, the prey still struggles fiercely. Someone must draw the trap shut, to keep the Voracity sealed within forever.
KILLER: (exhausted) Detective, my flames are all but spent from the bloodbath.
NARRATOR: As the Finality draws to a close, the comrades have given their all for this hunt. The DETECTIVE will never let their efforts be in vain.
As the spotlight turns on, the DETECTIVE raises the hunting bow.
DETECTIVE: So that Sun may rise as always, I shall draw this newly bent silver bow. The Hunt's flying bolts shall pierce the darkness, Drawing a boundary no ferocious beast can cross.
The DETECTIVE fires four sharp arrows, pinning down the four corners of the black cloth.
OROBOROS: (Enraged) Roar...
DETECTIVE: For dreaming of devouring something greater than yourself, Being sealed in the eternal night is a fitting punishment. Wherever evil runs rampant, Justice shall always prevail.
Curtain falls. THE VORACITY is bound by a black cloth. The DETECTIVE collapses from exhaustion, gazing up at the starry sky.