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CHAPTER 71 -The Hunter’s Debt

Author: R.Lux
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 04:05:22

Kael’s POV

The spear tip whistled past my ear, biting into the tree bark behind me with a sickening thud. I didn't think about tactics or training. I just moved. I dropped my shoulder, letting the hunter’s momentum carry him forward, and swept my moon blade in a low arc aimed at his knees.

He jumped with a grace that shouldn't have been possible for a man of his age. He landed on a low branch, his obsidian spear already leveled at my chest.

"You fight like a stray," he spat, his voice raspy. "B
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