Anger.

The hunter on the ground tried to move, but it seemed to him that his limbs had been immobilized by an invisible force.

"Who the fuck are you? And what did you do to me?"

Fanel put more pressure with his sword against the throat of the man, who fell silent immediately. His eyes opened in horror.

"What do you want? Hey, calm down; we can work it out."

He was now panicking. Not only could he not move, but worse, he had a blade to his throat. It is obvious that he was in a critical situation, and to get out of it, it was better to negotiate.

"Listen, we can work it out. Tell me, what do you want? No matter the amount, your price will be mine."

Fanel huffed. It was all about money with these hunters. And to think that he was proud to belong to this rotten caste. Now he almost thanks Reinhard and his gang for "killing" him.

He looked at the man at his feet before scowling. Even though they're garbage, they've afflicted these people enough already. There's nothing left for them to take fro
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