"It got away," Hunter told them, his voice shakier than he cared to admit.
But he didn't run. Something stopped him. The red fox wasn't attacking him—it was looking at him. Not with fear, but with… pity. It was a look that felt raw and real, unlike the cold, distant gaze of his uncle. 6. Hunting Palismen
He spotted a small, red fox palisman perched nervously on a roof nearby. He grabbed it, ignoring its frantic chirping, and turned to retreat. "It got away," Hunter told them, his voice
"Hand it over," Hunter commanded, his voice muffled by the mask, trying to sound cold and calculating, like Belos. "The Emperor demands all wild magic surrendered for… rehabilitation." The red fox wasn't attacking him—it was looking at him
Belos needed palismen. The scouts were ordered to snatch them from the unsuspecting witches of the market.