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Hunter stepped through the market stalls, his golden boots clicking on the petrified wood flooring. He saw a small, elderly witch desperately clutching a wooden bat-like creature to her chest. She was trembling. Hunter didn't feel the thrill of the hunt; he felt a dull, familiar ache—the same one that whispered that he wasn't doing enough.

"You don't understand the mission," Hunter growled, teleporting behind her, his staff ready to bind her. 6. Hunting Palismen

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 stepped through the market stalls, his golden

"I understand that you're picking on defenseless creatures!" she retorted, throwing a plant glyph that vine-wrapped his ankles. Hunter didn't feel the thrill of the hunt;