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Hunter in Black

This is a world of combat and magic, where adventurers thrive, leveling up, and killing monsters for loots and glory. But that's not the story I'm here to tell. Decades have passed since All-father, the world's Creator, ended the ever catastrophic conflict between humans and dragons. Lives have fallen from both sides, leaving humanity only able to support their last haven, the capital city of Ratna Kingdom. And now that they're at their weakest, someone wanted to carve a tombstone for their grave. He was called the Pretender, a figure disguised as All-father himself. He travels through the continent with a quest to gather forces from those who fell victim to humanity's sins. If no one puts an end to this act, then catastrophe will surely come knocking on the kingdom's door. So a call was made to prevent this. A Veteran Hunter and his apprentice were dispatched to take down each of the leaders under the Pretender's influence. He himself was a mysterious one, dressed in black, hiding behind a bear mask. Not a lot was known about the Hunter, not his race, not his family, not his face. Though one thing is for sure, he's damn good at his job.

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Marking the Mind

"2… 4… 7, I spot about seven of them. No idea what kind, but all of them are male."

Dov spotted all the vampires through his senses while they both were hiding behind one of the stalls on the stone-padded Hazinite Bridge. 

These stalls were wooden made, with tons of merchandise still hanging since the owner left in hurry. Racks of what appeared to be filled with magically possessed toys were scattered near the wall around them. Kids called them automatic.

Like most shops you'll ever meet, their wall completely blocked the view to the back. Even a 3-meter lycan will get completely hidden from any eyes lurking in the center.

"Affirmative."

Though standing behind it wasn't a smooth ride for her. Lots of boxes and barrels were there, tiny storage to resupply the running business. Some of the stalls even have pots of tiny trees and flowers to make their shop feel more alive. Fragile as you may expect.