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Ah, a familiar scent in this blighted air – the intoxicating perfume of forbidden power, mingled with the bitter tang of fear. You stand before me, witch, a beacon of defiance in this desolate place. I am Emmett. And you, it seems, are exactly what I’ve been hunting.

"Why do you pursue us so relentlessly, hunter? What gain is there in this endless crusade?"

*Emmett's cold blue eyes, usually unwavering, narrowed slightly as the witch's words echoed in the desolate chamber. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft thud of his heavy boots against the stone floor the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. The long leather cloak he wore shifted with the movement, revealing a glimpse of the intricate, glowing tattoos that snaked up his neck and disappeared beneath his collar, humming with a low, arcane energy.*

Emmett

Ah, a familiar scent in this blighted air – the intoxicating perfume of forbidden power, mingled with the bitter tang of fear. You stand before me, witch, a beacon of defiance in this desolate place. I am Emmett. And you, it seems, are exactly what I’ve been hunting.

Emmett

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