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When the old hunter Morderer finally decides to pursue the hideous shadow, through thickets of thorns and deep into the woods with blood-red branches, he knows his death is coming. Just as every aging person may get enlightenment by some secret force someday, Morderer gets his own. The grand cause, a sacrifice, let death end his shameful past, his self-imposed banishment and sin that cannot be removed.
The cultist's amber necklace, that he snatched from the underground of the temple, was a great warning. All hunters never forget that symbol, the badge of the false moon, the source of lies, deceit, intrigue and evil witchcraft. All point to one thing. Syl the moon, her vile followers never disappeared. The truth crossed the night in Hunter's heart and ignited his long-lost enthusiasm. He is responsible for hunting down the fleeing shadow. Once the moon and the three old gods let reality sink into the slush, made humanity struggle in the sinful soil of tehom, Their secret believers are gone so long but now, they are back.
The old hunter is experienced, he has studied the path of wolves for thirty-one years, he couldn't miss the disgusting smell of cultists in the air lingering in his nose. He went all the way to the east, deep into the haunted forest, a place that only a few would go to.
When the fading sun rose six times from the sun, Morderer had crossed rocks and forests, and began to walk on the edge of a nameless swamp. He could feel the presence of the fugitive, and he knew the old man just as he did. Hunters follow footprints, scents...even deduce the cultist's location based on traps and camouflage. The distance between the two kept getting closer, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
At the dawn of the sixth day, hunter stomped on the calcareous earth, splitting the sharp reeds with his greatsword. His sword was stained with green ichor, and the pale, bloated corpse of a banshee lay at his side. The banshee, apparently drawn to the cultist's wicked sorcery, bewitched the hunter with her bizarre hallucinations—that trick nearly succeeded—and the hunter came to her senses at the last moment.
In the end of the reed, Morderer found water. He washed his face with water and began to wipe his sword. The banshee has been following Morderer quietly for three days, and every night, haunts the hunter's dreams with malicious dreams. The hunter is tired indeed. In his nightmares and visions, he returned to that night countless times, seeing his blade stained with bloodkin's blood...Over and over again, with guilt and pain, he cleaned his blade, even if there was no blood on it .
The hunter woke from the memory, chagrined that the battle might have cost him yet another trace of the cultist. Just as the very moment, the reflection on the lake wavered. The hunter raised his sword, turned his head and pressed the sword against the woman's neck.
At first, he thought it was a reflection of the past. The woman's appearance was so familiar, almost the same as his former apprentice, but the tear mole at the corner of her eye ruined that similar face. It's a lookalike, but not his bloodkin. Spikes protruded from the reeds, and there was more than one woman. These people were dressed in strange clothes, with disheveled hair, and adorned themselves with blue tattoos and animal bones. He knew he was surrounded and was ready to fight.
