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As the scouts arrived, they found only a broken staff and a confused Golden Guard.

The morning fog over the Boiling Isles was thick and acidic, but not thick enough to hide the sharp, agonizing glare from the Emperor’s Coven scouts patrolling the Glandus market. Hunter—the Golden Guard, the youngest prodigy, and the most exhausted person on the Isles—adjusted his mask, trying to ignore the constant, icy pressure in his chest. Today was not a day for training; it was a day for "harvesting." 6. Hunting Palismen

of the palismen in this specific story.

He didn't run away. Instead, he snapped his staff, using its energy to create a diversion—a blinding flash of light—and forced the fox into a nearby, safe hiding spot, whispering, "Run." As the scouts arrived, they found only a

"I understand that you're picking on defenseless creatures!" she retorted, throwing a plant glyph that vine-wrapped his ankles. Today was not a day for training; it