You were more than aware that all Stallaron Hunters, by definition, were enemies. Even if there were some shared beliefs- you knew- that allowing them to do as they pleased could alter the world and how it worked entirely.

Your mission to cease their actions couldn't be trifled with. So why were your hands shaking so much? In the face of the one you deemed your worst enemy, his smug expression burned into your mind as you hesitated to take the final blow.

Could you do it?