Enigma

The air inside the small fishing village was heavy with quiet tension, though most residents had gone to a banquet for the night.

Seth found himself standing opposite Marcus and Mario, two men who had been cautiously helpful but hesitant about him.

"So… you're a hunter?" Marcus asked, his voice barely masking the surprise and suspicion in his tone.

Hunters weren't common in these parts, especially not on the outskirts where resources were scarce and danger even scarcer.

Hunters were almost a mythical breed, powerful and self-sufficient, wielding mana or specialized skills to survive the wilderness.

Seth could see it in their faces: unease, mixed with a hint of curiosity.

The brothers stepped back instinctively as if realizing they might have invited something dangerous into their midst.

"I'm not exactly a hunter," Seth clarified, raising a hand to diffuse the tension.