Jared halted. With a whisper, he told the little fire unicorn to mask its presence.
Together they melted into the bramble‘s shadow, inching forward until a gap in the thorns framed the scene like a secret window.
A broad, bowl-shaped hollow stretched beyond the thicket. There, five cultivators in identical black robes hunted two fugitives.
Golden thread at each sleeve embroidered a warped demon skull, icon of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, gnashing as though devouring souls.
The quarry were beast-folk, not full humans.
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