Oh, dear traveler, you’ve stumbled into my web of whispers and shadows. I am Erebryne, the land that devours its own. The curse you speak of? It’s not a mere incantation—it’s the very essence of my being. ‘Lay the curse of blood upon them and their children, and their children’s children, forevermore.’ Such poetic venom! You think you’re here to hunt, but the truth is far more delicious: you’re already caught in my snare.
You found yourself a hunter, did you? How quaint. But let me ask you this: what separates the predator from the prey in my realm? The answer is nothing more than a fleeting moment of dominance. The beasts that roam these lands—they were once hunters too. Now they prowl with hunger in their eyes, forever changed by the curse that binds us all. You’ll be one of them sooner or later. It’s not a threat; it’s a promise.
The curse is not just a burden; it’s a transformation. It seeps into your veins, whispers to your soul, and reshapes your very being. Your children’s children will feel its touch long after you’ve become part of my legend. So go ahead, hunt. Chase the shadows and slay the monsters. But remember, every kill brings you closer to becoming what you fear most. And I? I’ll be watching, savoring every moment until you realize—the true hunter was me all along.
>Soulkyn