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The clearing was dark and quiet, a world apart from the chaos that had preceded it. My heart was still pounding from the fight, the adrenaline of battle leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. I stepped closer to the bound hunters, my boots crunching on the forest floor, the scent of their fear mingling with the blood that stained the ground.
My sword was still in hand, its blade slick with the viscera of the demons I'd dispatched, and I could feel its weight, a comforting anchor in the midst of my turmoil.
The woman and man looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. The woman's face was pale, her eyes darting nervously between me and the bloodied bodies around us. The man's expression was grim, his eyes cold and distant.
He wasn't as frightened as his companion, but he was clearly uncomfortable. I didn't care. Fear was exactly what I needed to get the answers I wanted.