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The Hunter of the Crimson Dawn

"It is said that Mobians with draconic blood are untouchable...
What nonsense."
The full moon tinged the forest with a crimson glow.
It wasn't just any moon.
It was a Blood Moon.

The same one that, according to legend, awakens forbidden pacts across the land, as well as sleeping hunters and unpaid debts.
The trees shook with the screams of something in flight. A mobian dragon, torn by thorns and rocks, lumbered forward. Its clothes were tattered, soaked in blood, its torn wings useless for flight. It was fleeing from something it couldn't see, but felt breathing on the back of its neck.

The howls of hounds echoed through the trees like trumpets of judgment. A thick, unnatural miasma surrounded him, permeating the air with putrefaction and fear.
Fleeting visions tormented him: his own hands falling to the ground, his horns split, his body floating face down in the lake, stained with Red.
Eventually, he stumbled, fell into the mud... And screamed.
Not out of pride, but out of panic. Because he knew he couldn't run any further.

"Are you asking for help now? Seriously?" The voice growled from the shadows, piercing the calm with contempt. "How quickly the ego crumbles when you see your men torn to pieces, isn't it? The ones you sent forward while hiding behind, sick of YOUR own strength, to boot."

A silhouette emerged, its gait slow and steady, the red moonlight tracing its form as if the forest itself feared it, its scythe ready to finish the job.
"Damn scum!" The dragon roared, spitting blood. "You're taking advantage! You and those cursed gifts are the only reason I'm in this position!". "If it were a fair fight, I would have devoured you by now!"

The hunter stopped in front of him, his expression disgusted.
"Fair?" He repeated with an icy stare. "Fair, like when you slaughtered entire families in their sleep to expand your small empire? Like when you burned villages for sport while laughing as you collected the riches of the dead?"

The hunter leaned down, his glowing eyes boring into those of the fallen dragon.
"Tonight is no ordinary night, lizard. This is the night of the ancient pact. The moon is not stained with blood for no reason.
And I do not hunt without purpose."

The dragon could barely raise his voice:
"Who... are you?"

The hunter, with contempt, replied:
"My name... is Kaiser Kurogami... I am the dawn you did not expect. I am the end you deserve. And tonight... is your last."

Shortly after, the forest fell silent for the last time, the pulsing crystal content with a new soul.
Kaiser looked up at the scarlet moon and said to himself, "It's getting late... I don't want to worry Ender."

Fading into the shadows, the greatest hunt of the week concluded.