Death Dealer: Lycans Bounty

Sequtáin, the emboldened lycan hunter, once stood unshaken—until the night the moon bled red. Ambushed by a massive white-furred lycan, his famed scythe shattered mid-swing, the curved blade torn from its long haft. Mortally wounded and left for dead, Sequtáin crawled to the shattered weapon and, with blood-slicked hands, reforged it. He shortened the handle, binding it tight with sinew and vengeance. The blade, never reheated, bears the scar of that night—an "unfired oath." Now, he hunts not for glory, but for reckoning. Each swing of his crude, deadly scythe whispers a promise: when the white-furred beast falls, only then shall the blade rest... and so shall he.

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