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Thirty Seven: First Blood Hunt
Author: Tyna Morrin
last update2025-10-17 03:08:23

The forests beyond the Black Fang mountain range were old, older than the sects, older than the gods’ shrines themselves.

The trees towered like pillars of bone, their bark gray with age and mist clinging to the ground like restless souls. Somewhere deep within, the beasts slept,waiting for the scent of blood to wake them.

Kael stood on the cliff overlooking the dark expanse, his cloak snapping in the cold wind. Behind him, rows of disciples knelt in silence, weapons drawn, faces pale with a mix of fear and anticipation.

The crimson insignia of the Black Fang Sect gleamed freshly branded on their robes.

He turned, gaze sweeping across them.

“This,” he said, his tone measured, “is your first trial. Your first chance to prove your worth.”

His voice echoed through the mountain air, each word cutting through the fog like a blade.

“In that forest lie beasts infused with divine residue, spawn left behind by fallen avatars. Hunt them. Bleed them. Survive them. Bring back their cores, or do
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