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A stage burst into life, awash with thousands of glowing light stick and roaring fans. Neon beams ripple across the arena, covering to form a brilliant sigil: letter H, blazing at the heart of it all.
The crowds chants in perfect rhythm, voices echoing like a war cry of devotion.
Huntrix!
Huntrix!
Huntrix!
The name reverberates, charged with energy. As the lights whirl and pulse, fans raise their signature light sticks, ornately shaped like clover blossoms with interwoven lines, echoing the elegance of traditional norigae. Bathed in soft lavender and violet hues, each stick glows with a radiant H in its centre, uniting the crowd in a magical, synchronized light.
“The world will know you as a pop star.” a calm, powerful voice narrates, Celine, their mentor.
“But you will be much more than that.” She continued as a thick mist coiled across the stage, revealing three silhouettes of figures standing side by side. Their reflection shimmer as if caught between past and present.
“You will be Hunters.”
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Centuries earlier.....
Red lighting cracks the earth of a quiet nearby village during the Joseon-era. the ground glows ominously beneath terrified feet as villagers turn, too late. From fiery fractures in the soil, grotesque shapes rise.
Demons.
“Demons have always haunted our world,”
One by one demons began to terrorize the village and take the souls of the innocent.
“Stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma.”
Streaks of light twisted upward, souls, torn and taken from the villager, pulled like comets into the void. In a shadowed realm, Gwi-Ma, the Demon King, devours them. Each soul that he feeds on bloats his form with power. With every feeding, he spawns new horrors.
“Until heros arose to defend us.”
A mother shields her child, clutching only a rake for protection, as demons close in. But then a song is heard from the gate. A sudden glow.
The demons were about to attack the people, only to be stopped by the presence of three women standing atop on the gate. Clad in warrior's hanbok, each holding weapons that shimmer with unnatural brilliance. With a song powering them to defend the villagers and defeating the demons.
“Born with voices that could drive back the darkness.”
As the three women conquer the demons, each woman sings with rich melodious grace while soaring and vanquishing all the demons within the village.
“Singing songs of courage and hope. But hunters are more than warriors. They also had the protection of an angelic warrior supporting them with their light magic.”
As the final demon fades into dus, the warriors descend, with elegance and fierceness. Their harmony summons a wave of light, wrapping the country in safety. From above, a new glow.
A fourth figure descends, an angelic warrior, radiant in white hanbok. With hands outstretched, she channels the music into pure white magic.
“Our music ignites the soul and brings people together.”
The angelic warrior went over to a little girl whose soul was ignited by the performance of the warrior's and held her hand to show compassion and hope while retrieving the little girl's sparkled soul in doing so, creating a glowing light show.
“With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world, the Honmoon.”
The warriors gather. With synchronized steps and radiant song, they form a circle at the village center.
“Every generation, a new angel is reborn with the new trio of hunters chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty.”
The angel lifts her hands and a wave of golden light erupts outward, a protective shield was formed.As the demonic horde screams from the underworld, the light seals them away.
The Honmoon expands across the land, a barrier that no demon can breach.
“A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever.”
Time shifts. Eras pass, each decade of music gives birth to a new trio of Hunters and the rebirth of the Angel was shown as they sang together in harmony.
“The Golden Honmoon.”
The Sunlight Sisters' golden performance was the breaking point in creating the golden protective shield around the world.
“And now that duty falls to you.”
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Celine stood with a giant scared willow tree behind her. Before her stand the new Hunters, the first male led generation.
At the center: a tall young man with violet hair, intensity in his eyes. To his left, a smirking dancer with flaming pink hair. To his right, a graceful and beautiful woman with long golden wavy locks, eyes full of fire and kindness. And beside her, a bright soul with dark navy hair, fists clenched in resolve and excitement.
Celine steps forward.
“That victory is within your reach. It is your voice, your song, that will create the Golden Honmoon.”
The four of them looked at each other and clasping hands to show their loyalties to one another and their friendship.
“Yes, Celine,” they all said in unison.
Their eyes shine. Not just with the thrill of the stage but with purpose and fire.