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Hunst remained quiet, his eyes narrowing as the larger male approached. His posture was rigid, like a mountain waiting to erupt, and the air around him seemed to thicken with every silent movement. His gaze flicked briefly to Reverie, a flicker of silent reassurance—she was not alone. Then, without a word, he shifted slightly in front of her, standing like an immovable wall between her and the stranger.

His presence was enough to make the ground beneath them feel colder, more dangerous. A silent guardian, a force of nature waiting to act should the need arise.