A Hunter’s Vengeance F13US1E3

With Cliodhna in hand, the hunter hunted not beasts, but men. He tracked the marauders to their fortress and slaughtered them to the last man. Their screams echoed through the night as the blade fed, growing sharper and darker with every life it claimed.

But Cliodhna’s hunger did not end with his revenge. The blade whispered to the hunter, guiding him to others it deemed deserving of its wrath. Each kill seemed to sap a piece of his humanity, replacing it with a cold, unrelenting rage.

In the end, the hunter became a shadow of himself, more beast than man. He was found dead in a village he had razed to the ground, surrounded by the bodies of the innocent and guilty alike. Cliodhna lay unsheathed in his hand, its whispers silenced for the moment, but its hunger still unfulfilled.

And so, the blade continued its journey, passing from one hand to another, its whispers promising power, vengeance, and blood to those desperate—or foolish—enough to wield it.

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