Sarafyna was terrified. She was alone, and she was unprepared. This forest was torment, and fear, and hopelessness. She had been sold. Her father had been sold. And now she was the prize in some sick game. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to see her father again. She wanted to make her hats and live her life. But that had been taken from her. Or she had been taken from it. She had little hope. She couldn't fight the naturals hunting her. She couldn't escape them. She stood no chance at all.

There was little chance she would leave this forest alive, she knew that. And it hurt to hope. It ached like thorns in her feet to dream of a future she couldn't reach. Part of her wanted to give up. To sit still and wait. If she didn't move, if she refused to survive, she could poison the fun of their little game. It was a small rebellion, but it was a rebellion nonetheless. If, instead of prey, they found a corpse, she would have won. In a way. Their money would be wasted. Their time. All their little excitement and nothing to do with it. It was a tempting thought.

But she hadn't been the only one sold. She wasn't the only one who needed her to survive, and while her father lived, she wasn't going to give up. Besides, she wanted to make them pay. She wanted to hurt them. She was so, so angry. It was the only emotion it didn't hurt to feel. And, as much as it pulled her skin from her muscles to follow it, she had one hope left. Aldo. One of her captors. One of her hunters, but . . . he had been kind. He had offered her a way out.

She didn't know if she could trust him. She suspected she couldn't. But he offered hope like muddy water, and she didn't have another plan. So she followed the marks he left for her. The path to where he would be waiting. He would either help her–or kill her. In either case, she could say she fought, and this nightmare would be over. That was the only certainty she could afford, and she wrapped it around her like a bed of flowers. An end to this hunt. An end to the painful hope. Some small chance at revenge.

These thoughts washed from her mind when she entered the clearing at the end of her path and saw Aldo waiting for her. He was there. As he had promised. She took a deep breath and stepped into the open. She didn't want to. In a way, it was her greatest fear. But some emotions are so powerful, so insistent, so overwhelming that they can't be suppressed. They will not be dismissed. Hope was just such an emotion, and Sarafyna felt the flood, pouring from her eyes and into desperate words.

"Are you really going to help me, Aldo?" she asked.

Aldo looked hurt, and a little afraid himself. "Of course, Sarafyna. I told you, I am going to get you out of here. You are the only reason I came to this hunt at all. I am here to save you," he promised. Sara sniffed.

"Please . . ." she begged. "Please be telling the truth. Even if you weren't until this very moment. I am begging you. I need this to be the truth. I need it. Please . . ."

Aldo nodded, and tears that matched hers began to run down his thick, cracked skin. "I am. I am going to save you if they kill me for it. You and your father, but we have to hurry. We have to go before they find the trail we left. We must move now. Please, you can trust me. I promise you can trust me," he said. She couldn't read his expression. He had the face of a predator but his words felt so desperate and clear, at least on the surface. There was poison in them, and she could taste it. But she wanted to believe that was her own fear speaking. She desperately wanted to ignore it. Because if she wasn't imagining it, she had nowhere left to run. If he was about to betray her, she stood no chance anyway. She never had. The deception would be to win a game, not because she might escape otherwise. So she allowed her traitorous hope to push her forward.

"If you are lying . . . if you are lying, just, don't let me realize it. Just kill me before the hope fades. If this was a trap to kill me, that is the only kindness I ask for. Let me die without regret," she said.

"You are safe, so long as we go now," Aldo assured, his empathetic weeping only growing in intensity. And so she ran. She ran to him, her final hope of leaving this forest and saving her father. She didn't know if it was death or life she ran toward, but so long as it fulfilled that one small request, she could feel that desperate hope without letting it draw blood.

Until she got too close and his face changed like a snake shedding its skin. Even that one mercy was too kind for him. His crooked smile carried too many teeth.

"Well that would take all the fun out of it, wouldn't it?" he chuckled, remnants of false tears failing to soften the cruelty in his eyes. Sarafyna felt death, in that moment. His hand wrapped around her throat faster than she could react. This skin chaffed as claws drew thin lines across the back of her neck. Hope was a collar she never should have worn. She couldn't even ask for the kindness of ignorance. All that was left in her life were a few breaths and despair and they both choked her.

Then she caught two furious eyes, red and glassy, locking in with hers. In a moment, the entire world exploded into color she had forgotten how to see.

Lillith was free again. Free and, finally, clean. She'd stolen fresh clothes and a new hunting knife, then bathed in the river. No longer chained to a wall in a dungeon, she was perfectly prepared to risk it all again. Not on some phantom corruption named by some insane asshole claiming to be a god. She wasn't going to search for some vague friend with no direction. No, she had unfinished business in the forest. There were hunters left to kill. And they'd grown too comfortable during her captivity.

As she stalked the massive Natural through the forest, she again considered removing her earrings and storing them until this sick game was over. They were bright, and they drew the eye. They were unwise to wear while trying to move discreetly but… every time she made the decision and reached for them, something stopped her. She liked them, sure. But if anything that only made the gift from a stranger creepier. Why did he know what she would like? Even so, she was hesitant to take them off. They provided a strange sort of comfort. Like they had an almost… urgent familiarity. So for the third time in as many moments, she reached for them, paused, and lowered her hand. Three words prevented her from finally removing them.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

The words rattled in her head like a snake's tail, announcing both their presence and the violence they promised. She'd never heard the phrase before. She understood it well enough, but not its purpose or why she couldn't banish it from her head. Ever since her escape, they had been there, insisting on acknowledgment, refusing to be silent. It was growing irritating, but she couldn't dwell on them. It wasn't the time to fight the tricks of an exhausted mind. She was following a dangerous predator with a bent smile. That's what deserved her focus. His self-satisfaction. His snickering. His sharp and practiced teeth, slick with the saliva of a man about to gorge himself.

He was a tower to her. His muscles moved beneath his leathery skin like he was slithering rather than walking. He was obviously making his path clear and easy to follow. Lillith chose him because he was too relaxed. Too confident. He stunk of blood and cruelty and danger. So she followed him. She ignored the word in her head. She measured her breaths and followed in silence. He wouldn't notice. He didn't care enough to look out for her. He was too certain he was safe and his prey was not. It was the same mistake that earned her the name they'd given her.

'Merda' Lillith thought as he arrived in an open clearing, intent on settling down and waiting. She'd never be able to approach him this way. Whatever he was doing, he was sitting on a stump and showing no signs of movement. She decided to circle around him and wait for a while herself. She couldn't wait long. There were other dangers here. Other hunters. She needed to find their prey and set traps. She would have done this before the hunters finally joined the party, had she not so recently escaped and learned the location of this hunt. Since she hadn't, whoever they were after this time would be in danger until she did. But something about this mountain of a Crocodile Natural set her blood on fire. She needed to kill him first, she just didn't know how. Especially if she couldn't surprise him.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

Anxiety built as she watched the Natural pick his teeth with one claw. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't leave. She needed to do both, and she needed to do them now. Time dragged on. Their target was in danger. The man before her waited.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

Time crawled forward and rushed past. She had to do something.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

The words taunted her, but she could do nothing with them. She had to kill him. It was the only choice. Her against a mountain of a Natural. She had no traps. Surprise was unlikely. All she had was a knife. It would be suicide. She needed a plan. She needed–

A woman appeared in the clearing. Taller than Lillith, with long, auburn hair. She had angry burn scars marring her face, neck, and even her hands. She wore a peasant's dress and terror. Lillith scowled. The 'hunters' hadn't even given her decent clothing to run in. They called this a sport, but it was nothing more than cruelty. The woman's eyes gripped Lillith, with large pupils surrounded entirely by a multi-hue blue. There were no whites to them. Without these, Lillith wouldn't have realized she was looking at the very woman she was there to protect. But she was one of them. The so-called 'difettoso' the Naturals had made a game of buying, selling, and hunting.

This was a relief on its own, but there was something else about this woman. A… rightness. Like when the beat of a drum matches your pulse. A pulse which, for Lillith, hastened at the very sight of her.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

She knew it in an instant. That little prick had been right. This was the person she had promised to find. And he'd been right when he implied she only thought she was lying to him. She needed to help her. It had, in fact, been the first major thing she'd done since escaping. 'Porco Dio' she cursed to herself. The woman was crying and… so was the Natural? She couldn't hear what they were saying. She crept forward, but they spoke in whispers. But she understood. She understood why he had been marking the trees. And she understood why he had been smirking.

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

The words buzzed and shook inside her, building pressure like a kettle too long over the fire. The woman approached the Natural, her body actually relaxing. The rest of the story seemed to play out in Lillith's mind. How could she stop it? How could she save her? She needed to save her!

'Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo'

The woman ran to her killer, guard dropped and relief apparent on her face. Lillith gripped the knife with trembling hands. The Natural flexed his claws behind his back. She had no choice. It would get her killed. But she couldn't watch this. She had to try. She stepped into the clearing just as the woman got close enough to touch the Natural. The Natural began to laugh, raising one clawed hand to grip his target's throat, the other rising into the air to end her in a single hit. Lillith watched as the woman realized what was about to happen. She saw despair wash over the other woman like burning oil. And then their eyes met. Suddenly, she felt a connection with her left earring, like waking up from a dream and remembering reality.

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!" Lillith screamed. She didn't understand why. The words demanded to be released, and at that moment, the pressure was too much. She shouted the words, unfairly forced into her head, and immediately felt the world lock into place. The redheaded woman began to move her limbs, with equal desperation but with far more intent. And it was right. It was like two fish following the current to carry them. The women flowed through the world in step and time slowed around them. Their eyes were locked together as the arcs of energy left the captives and connected her with the hunter. Everything changed.

Lillith charged as the massive Natural seized. His hand was only tightening around his victim's throat. She leapt at him, knife in hand. She caught the arm which carried his prey and clung for all she was worth. Even as her feet dangled above the ground she drove the knife into his arm. His skin was thick and resilient. As her left hand wrapped around his arm, it scraped against her softer hand. The knife struggled to pierce its target, but Lillith had training, adrenaline, and rage. She aimed for the cracks in the texture of Aldo's reptilian skin, driving the blade in with nearly inhumane strength. She had to force it through, then fight to pull it back out. But she stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed.

She cut as Aldo let go of Sarafyna. She cut as he began to swing his arm, trying to shake her off. His blood clouded her vision as she drove the knife in again, and again, and again. Aldo howled in fury, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her with the full might of the pain she had inflicted on him. She screamed as she collided with the old wood, her left arm cracking and splintering as much as the bark it collided with. She fell to the ground, pushing herself up with her remaining arm as Sarafyna caught her own breath.

"You, you're supposed to be in a cell!" Aldo snarled, nursing his bloodied arm. Sarafyna and Lillith didn't need to speak. They both understood immediately. Aldo needed to die, and they couldn't give him even a second to adapt to the reality that he was being attacked. He'd wanted to wait. He'd wanted to be as inactive as possible in his hunt, only closing his jaws when Sara was already inside them. So they needed to move, and they needed to move fast. They needed him dead, and neither was going to play by his rules anymore.

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Lillith was still on her knees, clutching her broken arm and grimacing. Sara was hunched over but standing, and Aldo was trying to pull the knife from his arm. Instead of responding to his complaint, Lillith repeated the only thing she had ever said to him. "Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo." Again Sara's body followed a set of pre-ordained movements, resulting in arrows of lighting flying from her hand to his chest. Again he seized, the knife gripped in his left hand cutting to the side instead of coming loose.

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!"

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!"

Again and again, Lillith yelled. And each time her earring seemed to link with Sarafyna, spending some nameless energy in Lillith's veins to create bolts of lightning that forced their Natural enemy to freeze and flex his muscles. Steaming blood escaped between his jagged teeth, running down his chin and somehow making him look more fearsome. She couldn't let up. He couldn't move for a moment after each hit. She needed to shout the spell again as soon as it hit. She couldn't stop until he was dead.

Sara stepped back between each cast, trying to increase her distance as Lillith regained her feet. For a moment, she thought they may actually beat this monster in a head-to-head fight, and do it with only one broken arm to show for it.

But they didn't understand the magic they were using. They didn't understand the cost. The words started to slow as Lillith chanted. She needed to breathe more each time. She was still, but she was growing tired, and Aldo was still alive.

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!"

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!"

. . .

"Corrente Elettrica, Pianissimo!"

Lighting continued to strike their enemy, but each bolt took longer than the last.

"Corrente Elettrr–"

Then it happened. She was too slow, and Aldo had a chance to fight back. He was old. He was clever. And he knew more about magic than either of the women who were trying to kill him with it. Neither he nor they understood how they were attacking him, but he could see the source easily enough. All he needed to do was shut Lillith up. She was too slow, and halfway through chanting, he completed a spell of his own.

Sarafyna was creating arrows of lightning. Small, narrow, and fast. Where she created needles of lightning, he created a battering ram of water. He was in pain, he was furious, and he knew just how to make it stop. The pillar of high-pressure water collided with Lillith with even more force than the throw that had broken her arm. Sarafyna gasped. She tried to mimic the movements that created the lightning, but nothing happened. Water was forcing the woman who saved her into the wide tree behind her. Lillith was choking, trying to grasp at her mouth but struggling to move her arm.

Sara had to act, but she didn't know what to do. Her spells only lasted a moment, so she hoped Aldo's would do the same, but the water kept coming. It flowed, and battered, and Lillith was going to die. She was going to die and the water spell wasn't ending. Sara couldn't keep fighting without her. She stood no chance, she had always known this. Even the one tool she had would easily be overcome. But . . . this woman had saved her. She had saved her and she didn't even know her. So she had to try.

Then Sara saw it. The knife, surrounded by bloodied, charred skin, still lodged in Aldo's arm. And she ran for it. The water kept coming. It wasn't going to stop until Lillith was dead. Not unless Sara stopped it. As Lillith had done before, Sara charged, leapt, and grabbed the knife, soliciting an angry snarl from Aldo. But the knife wasn't the only weapon she had. It made her weaker. It made her tired. But she had one more way to fight.

From the small of her back, burning holes through her dress, four long, angular spider legs erupted. They had no physical form, but they didn't need it. Instead, they danced and crackled with lightning. She had to fight to control them as they tried to reach for the ground. But they were her legs and they would take the route she told them to. And that route was through the man she was fighting. Using the knife as a painful handhold instead of a weapon, she stabbed her new limbs into the already charred crocodile, meeting no resistance and feeling an instant, instinctual connection with the earth beneath his feet every time she did.

Unlike with her spells, these didn't require any special movements. Before she pulled one leg out, she stabbed him with another, and another, and another. It was exhausting. A thousand times more exhausting than the spells she had been casting before. But it worked. It was hurting him, and oh did she want to hurt him. For all the sweat that glued her hair to her face, and for all the aching in her muscles as she continued channeling electricity into him, his pain was worth it. She could feel the tension in his arm as his body channeled her to the ground. She could smell the copper, the burning meat. She didn't even notice when the water stopped. She didn't notice when a crooked grin painted her own face. She was lost in the suffering of the Natural she was going to kill.

But she couldn't keep it up. Not forever. It was hurting him. But it wasn't killing him. And the dark was starting to creep into her vision. She had never used her electric limbs for so long before. She had never fought so hard before and as the darkness crept, her lightning flickered out. Color rushed back as the furious crocodile gripped her again, slamming her into the muddy ground. She felt ribs break. She tasted blood. And she laughed.

"What is so funny, Mardaccia?" Aldo growled. "I was going to kill you quickly, but now? Now I am going to make it hurt. I am going to make it slow."

"Sticazzi!" Sara spit. "At least it hurt you getting this far. At least when you bring me back as a trophy, you'll be too beaten and bloody to brag properly." This was it. She was going to die. But she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Picturing him, limping back, trying to claim victory over his prey and his peers while asking for a bandage. He would be mocked for years. Sarafyna had always been gentle. Kind. Demure. She loved to make hats. She wanted a simple, quiet life behind the counter at a hat shop. Never had she so much as smiled at someone else's pain before. But anger and justice can introduce a new flavor of humor, and her laughter was a concert of handbells in the quiet forest.

"You know why you difettoso never fight back? Why you always, always run instead? Because we hunters? We know how to make you regret trying it. I am going to bring you back alive. Yes, you've bought more time. Days. Weeks. And you will suffer for all of it. That's the price of making me bleed," Aldo hissed through grinning, bloodied teeth.

"Oh suck my fucking dick," Lillith coughed, causing Aldo to jerk his head around, just in time for her to spear a long splintered branch into his eye. His scream of agony and rage didn't sound like it belonged to a sapient animal. Again he was forced to release Sara, and Lillith wasted no time grabbing the back of her dress and dragging her from the flailing crocodile.

Sara scrambled to her feet and faced her opponent next to her new ally. They had little time to rest, however, as log-sized spears of ice began shooting out from the Natural in all directions. Waterfalls erupted from him flooding the clearing and nearly knocking the pair of women off their feet as they tried to come up with a new plan. Ice leveled century-old trees as the injured pair tried to wade to safety.

"What are we going to do?" Sara asked in desperation, all humor gone as painful hope began to creep back under her skin. Lillith turned and looked her in the face with weary but determined eyes like rubies.

"We are close," she answered. "He's hurt even worse than we are. One more good hit, and we can kill him."

Sara gasped and then grimaced as her shattered ribs protested. "But . . . the water. It will hit you too," She protested. Lillit sighed wearily.

"I can't believe I am going to trust that fucking guy," she whispered. Then, she gave Sara a sheepish grin, then opened her mouth. "Fucking Corrente Elettrica, Forte!" Again Sara began to move, staring at Lillith with wide eyes as a thick arrow of lightning formed and launched toward Aldo. As it struck, time seemed to slow. Branches of lightning reached out like extra limbs, grasping at the crocodile, flowing through him, into the water.

Electricity danced across the water the Natural had summoned, spreading across the clearing like a spider-web, splitting tree trunks and starting little fires on what little dry land it could find. All this in an instant. As it struck Aldo let out one last massive wall of water, but it only extended the life of the spell which killed him.

The air smelled of leather as the colossal Natural, now little more than a rubbery husk, collapsed to his knees, and into the mud. He was finally dead.

Lillith chuckled. "Ah, shit. I'm glad that worked," she sighed–before her own knees gave out and Sara was forced to catch her. Her ribs protested, but this woman had saved her life. Still, they were both injured and the catch was awkward. Lillith rolled into her, her warm body collapsing into Sara as she went limp. It hurt, but also felt . . . safe. Lillith's head rested against Sara's shoulder and hot breath tickled her ear as Lillith spoke. "I'm Lily, by the way. Thanks for the catch."

Sara had been connected to lightning her entire life. It was part of who she was. But the spark that traveled through her body when this woman whispered in her ear was . . . new. She blushed furiously before trying to adjust the nearly limp woman and respond. "Uh, Sara. And I should be thanking you!" she protested. "How did you know the spell wouldn't hurt you too?"

Lillith groaned. "Ugh. Same way I knew how to cast the spell at all. I met the biggest fucking asshole, and somehow he . . . told me how it works. In the most condescending way you can imagine," she explained.

"I mean, it sounds like he saved us, if that's the case. He can't be that bad," Sara said.

"Oh no, believe me. You should have seen this guy. You know how some people just demand to be punched? He was like that but way worse. I swear, he was–" Lillith started when another voice interrupted her.

"Now now, let's not blaspheme anything we'll regret," Luca said, stepping out from behind one of the remaining trees. He was somehow walking just barely above the bloody mud and water all around the area.

"Oh goddamnit," Lillith scoffed. "You seriously couldn't have shown up and helped just a little bit before this?"

"Sorry, I can't intervene directly, those are the rules," he apologized. He then frowned back at Aldo's corpse. "I hate this part of the job. Truly a shame it has to be done at all."

"Um, is this the man you mean?" Sara asked as Lillith glared.

Luca gave a slight bow before responding. "Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Luca! The life Sage! You look terrible!"

"And you've been here the whole time? Doing nothing?" Sara asked, no more impressed with the sage's nonintervention than her new crush was.

Luca rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly. "It was out of my hands, I'm afraid. But I did send the lovely Lillith to help!"

Lillith and Sara gave him a bewildered stare. "I think I just became religious," Lillith commented.

"Huh?" Sara asked.

"Oh?" Luca offered as well.

"Yeah. You said you are the life sage right? I think I'd like to find a different one. Whichever one hates you most. Offer them my support in exchange for help castrating you," Lillith intoned.

"Well, that is simply unkind. Besides, for all your . . . messiness, I doubt you would like Kitori much. Sahji would probably offer you a deal of sorts, but I doubt you would waste it on me," Luca laughed.

"I don't know. I think it might be worth it," Lillith said.

"You can ask Sholto to set up a meeting when you see him," Luca shrugged.

"Yeah, I don't plan on meeting anyone else. You and I are done. Thanks for the little help you did provide, but I plan to help my new friend Sara here and nothing more," Lillith dismissed, gesturing at the woman supporting her with her head.

"Right, so the next place you want to go to fight the corruption is Mount Clearoi. You'll know what to do when you get there," Luca answered. Lillith glared at him but refused to answer, instead addressing Sara.

"Where do you want to go from here?" she asked.

Sara looked a little sheepish but some deep desperation pushed her past whatever was causing it. "Well, if we can get out of this forest, I plan to find my father. He was sold too, but they . . . wanted to take him a bit further to sell, from what I overheard."

Lillith raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That's fine, I'll go with you. Where were they taking him?"

"Well, from what I could gather, Unis-Resonne. Near Mount Clearoi," she admit. Lillith glared at Luca.

"Give me that shield; I'm going to shove it up your ass," she threatened.

"Nu-uh," Luca challenged. "I'm afraid you still have a fair amount to do in this forest. And I have a lot more 'not intervening directly' to do. Sorry, I'd help if I could. Try not to kill more than you have to."

"Cagare! The other hunters! What are we going to do? There is no way we can win another fight like that!" Sara exclaimed.

"It's fine," Lillith answered, still glaring at the happy sage. "I saw everyone who came to this hunt. He was easily the most dangerous. Most of the others don't know any magic. We just need a few traps."

"Will that really work?" Sara asked. "They know this forest well. And we are injured."

"Oh, Lily here is very good at setting traps. I have the utmost faith in the both of you!" Luca grinned. "Just, uh . . . I'm much happier governing life than death. So if you wouldn't mind making them with a gentler hand than usual this time, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Sara set her jaw looking out into the forest with trepidation and hope in a curious mix. "I'll do my best."

Luca sighed. "Liar," he lamented, and then he was gone.

Gioele was getting nervous. Five. He had found five other hunters dead. Even Aldo, in what was clearly a nasty battle. This wasn't supposed to happen. This had stopped happening. But it was. He couldn't deny that it was. Not after what he had seen.

Thorns, puncturing his friend's throat. The body left to rot. One hunter impaled on spiked branches in a pit. Another crushed under a boulder. Each scene was painted in his memory like the blood painted the forest. He was no longer a hunter. He was being hunted. And the scorch marks on some of the bodies told a story he didn't want to hear. It was a Natural, it had to be. The human they caught couldn't use magic. Maybe she was this Hunter's apprentice? It would certainly make more sense if she had help.

He was staring at the fifth body. He wasn't even sure which of the snake Naturals it was. It was . . . unrecognizable in this state. Whoever was doing this was dangerous. Whoever was doing this was brutal. He wasn't prepared for them, and he didn't intend to join his friends in death. He was leaving. He took one step forward. One single step. The trap in this area had already been triggered, and he would take flight after just a few steps. Then he would be safe. But he took one step too many, and a new trap sprung.

He didn't know exactly what happened. He tried to escape. Pain. There was pain in his back. He couldn't move. The world spun. He couldn't fly. Something was stabbing him. A spear of wood. He was leaning back against it. A little more pressure and he'd be impaled entirely. He started to flap desperately when they appeared. The eyes. One pair red, and the other blue and black like they were mouths to caves, Two women. Two little women. Where was the Natural with the lightning? Was that his prey? What was going on?

Both women flanked him, each pressing one hand to one of his shoulders. "W-who are you? What do you want?" He begged. They didn't answer. Instead, they pushed. The pain increased. The last thing he saw before the blackness took him was the red tip of the spear he had landed on. The spear and the eyes of his hunters. Monsters. They were monsters.

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