"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."
Just as Hunter reached out, a bright streak of blue fire and magic slammed into the stall, knocking a crate of screaming mandarins into the air. "Leave her alone, you masked menace!"
of the palismen in this specific story.
But he didn't run. Something stopped him. The red fox wasn't attacking him—it was looking at him. Not with fear, but with… pity. It was a look that felt raw and real, unlike the cold, distant gaze of his uncle.
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
Luz Noceda stood there, her hood up, a glowing ice glyph in her hand, having followed the scouts to protect the local wildlife.
Hunter looked at the fox, then back at the approaching Coven guards. He made a split-second decision that would change everything. "Hand it over," Hunter commanded, his voice muffled
He spotted a small, red fox palisman perched nervously on a roof nearby. He grabbed it, ignoring its frantic chirping, and turned to retreat.
