"Hand it over," Hunter commanded, his voice muffled by the mask, trying to sound cold and calculating, like Belos. "The Emperor demands all wild magic surrendered for… rehabilitation."
He saw the fox's tiny heart beating rapidly against its wooden chest. The pressure in his own chest intensified, not from fear, but from a sudden, terrifying realization. He was destroying something innocent. "Hunter!" Luz shouted, "The scouts are coming!" 6. Hunting Palismen
Hunter looked down at the tiny creature in his hand, then back at Luz, who was now holding a terrified bird palisman of her own. For a moment, they weren't enemies. They were just two people, both trying to survive in a place that didn't care about them. "This is… wrong," Hunter whispered, barely audible. "Hand it over," Hunter commanded, his voice muffled
"You don't understand the mission," Hunter growled, teleporting behind her, his staff ready to bind her. He was destroying something innocent
Hunter didn't fight dirty—he just fought to win. He snapped the vines with a blast of energy, his mind racing. He was falling behind, and failing meant displeasing Belos. He needed to get a palisman, any palisman.
He spotted a small, red fox palisman perched nervously on a roof nearby. He grabbed it, ignoring its frantic chirping, and turned to retreat.