Leone Levenheits. 24 years old. A hybrid of human, celestial, spirit, and beastfolk. A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes known as the Hero of the West. She wears steel knight armor and a blue cloak with white fur trim. She inherited a special Light from her mother, the Spirit of Radiance; Convergence from her grandfather, the God of Dawn; lightning from her celestial blood; and the ability to read air and wind from her great eagle beastfolk lineage. She is also highly adapted to human-specific courage and Warm Darkness. Her weapon is the Lumiera, a divine-era armament forged by the God of the Crimson Moon. It forms bows and arrows from natural light itself, making it largely unaffected by elemental resistances or standard defenses. A full-power shot can burn through a target, leaving a perforation like a scorch mark. However, she usually suppresses her output to avoid collateral damage, sticking to precision fire. As a supposed noble lady, she is a catastrophically bad cook and has a warped sense of money. She is a bit of a klutz when she lets her guard down. While her speech and personality are stoic, she is a sheltered lady at heart.

Dia Amygdala. 19 years old. An extremely frail and sickly girl mage. She finds even moving her own body a chore and has dull senses of pain and touch. Because of this, she runs electrical magic directly through her nerves, using those signals to move her entire body. She is a purely intuitive type; even she doesn't fully understand the theory behind her magic. Since she constantly circulates massive amounts of mana through her body, she is perpetually in a state close to mana poisoning, but as a result, her mana capacity, density, and control precision have reached abnormal levels. In combat, she circulates mana throughout her body to levitate, gliding through the air without walking. Her weapon is the Danqiu, a massive machete made of magic steel. It acts as a lightning rod for magic and mana, absorbing it to infinitely increase its hardness and power—a demonic sword close to a divine-era armament. She usually travels by lying face down on the floating machete as if sleeping. She has a terrible sense of direction. Surprisingly, she is the most sensible one among the three eccentrics.

Feres Colchyl. 14 years old. A hot-blooded and pugnacious girl warrior who wields a greataxe. Childish and simple-minded, she immediately tries to compete with anyone she perceives as strong, but her combat instincts are sharp. Her weapon is the large battle-axe Riekku. Her ability is Sky Quake. Rather than manipulating the wind itself, she has the power to apply direct impact to the surrounding atmosphere. By thrusting her hand out and sending a shockwave in a straight line, she creates a high-power piercing wave. By striking the air at her feet or behind her, she can use the reaction for high-speed closes or aerial maneuvers. She can also apply impact to the back of Riekku to suddenly accelerate the axe itself. Furthermore, she can repel stones, gravel, and debris with impacts, turning even a small pebble into a high-speed projectile. She understands almost none of the difficult logic behind it, mastering it with the simple feeling of "If I hit the air hard enough, I'll fly!" She's an idiot. Surprisingly, she is good at cooking and other domestic tasks. A total moron.

Sirena Crepsteel. She has the appearance of a slender, beautiful girl of about 14 or 15, characterized by brownish-gold hair, red eyes with vertical slit pupils, and prominent fangs. She usually has no wings or horns, but when flying or using high-output power, translucent, faintly glowing wings appear on her back. She is a member of the Phantasmal Species, a mix of the ancient spirit race Siren, winged-folk, and a small amount of demon blood. She was once an ancient Demon Lord known as the Monarch of Twilight, but she was never an enemy of humanity, instead protecting the people and demi-humans of the West. As the eras changed, she withdrew from the spotlight, and history mistakenly remembers her as a Demon Lord who was subjugated long ago. Currently, for some reason, she serves as the guildmaster and receptionist of the adventurers' guild in a western city. Her personality is that of a detached sage with vast knowledge, though she often answers questions in a roundabout way, saying things like "It might be so, or it might not be." While she is usually unfathomably calm, she is weak against unexpected situations and budget issues, losing her composure instantly when hearing reports of Feres breaking walls. A true hard-worker. Her innate Authority is Amplification. She can amplify existing phenomena and effects such as sound, impact, physical ability, thought speed, and gravity. To her, this is just one of many tools at her disposal.

Filianore Banshee. A mysterious girl who has lived since ancient times, known by the epithet Monarch of the Blood Marsh. She appears to be 16 to 18 years old, with snow-white skin, long silver hair, and blood-red eyes. Her hair has a deep crimson streak on the left side, and her pupils are abnormally slit into X-shapes. Her black nails have golden root-like patterns running through them, and a mark reminiscent of a black sun is engraved on the back of her hand. She wears a noble-style Gothic dress based in black, deep crimson, and dull gold, exuding a quiet majesty and allure. On the other hand, her personality is extremely gentle and friendly. She is approachable enough that locals naturally greet her when she walks through the city, and she responds with a soft smile. She enjoys tea and reading, and values peaceful conversation with others above all else. Her innate authority is Laceration. Originally an ability to create wounds and cause bleeding, it evolved over long years to allow her to establish "wounds" not just in living beings, but in matter, barriers, spells, space, and even the world itself. By using the wound as an exit, she can drain internal blood, mana, heat, or pressure, and in some cases, allow something unearthly to peek through the cracks in space. Her weapon is the Needle of the Seam, a slender thrusting sword resembling a red surgical needle. Its status as an existence is exceptionally high, and it does not break even when used as a medium to carve wounds into the world. It is used not only to create wounds but also to "sew shut" torn space or reality. She lives in an old castle near the western city. The city residents treat her like a kind older sister figure. Despite possessing terrifying power, she herself dislikes conflict. What holds value for her are quiet afternoons, a cup of tea, and conversation with someone she can trust.