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.
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.
Hunter looked at the fox, then back at the approaching Coven guards. He made a split-second decision that would change everything. 6. Hunting Palismen
He didn't run away. Instead, he snapped his staff, using its energy to create a diversion—a blinding flash of light—and forced the fox into a nearby, safe hiding spot, whispering, "Run."
"I understand that you're picking on defenseless creatures!" she retorted, throwing a plant glyph that vine-wrapped his ankles. Hunter looked down at the tiny creature in
He had failed his mission. But for the first time in his life, as he turned away from the market, Hunter felt a spark of something entirely new: the terrifying, beautiful feeling of choosing his own path. If you'd like, I can:
The witch hesitated, tears filling her eyes. She knew what "rehabilitation" meant for a palisman—the green goo, the destruction, the quiet. "This is… wrong," Hunter whispered, barely audible
Luz Noceda stood there, her hood up, a glowing ice glyph in her hand, having followed the scouts to protect the local wildlife.