Amanda had heard about Special Grades for years, both from the other Nightwalkers at the base and from her father, who had once fought as part of a team that managed to defeat one.
His experience had taught her that a Special Grade was not merely a powerful monster. It was a walking nightmare, the kind of existence that could break a person's mind before it ever had the chance to crush their body. There was no reliable way to predict how strong, intelligent, or unpredictable such an opponent might be. When facing a Special Grade, a Nightwalker had to be prepared for the worst because assuming anything less could mean death.
Back then, with her growth limited and no apparent way to break through the ceiling of her potential, Amanda had believed she would only ever watch others confront the greatest threats humanity had ever faced.
But now, thanks to a certain deity, she was standing on the battlefield herself, exchanging blows with one.
Doom!
