After multiple beatings on his preview, we’re waiting for him. Sharp electric axes, dango-rabbit in the throat, Pilpoils engrossed: we are heading to Elgado with the flowers of Fusarbalète. Is it enough? Probably not: This game has tanned our skin like never before. But here it is: his three lords are nothing more than a distant nightmare, and Monster Hunter Rising: Adventures in the Sunrise, at least narratively, is already behind us. Thirty hours after hostilities began, however, serious things had only just begun. First piece of good news: we’re really an extension of Monster Hunter.