The dense forest was shrouded in a thin mist as Rheon Valtier, a high-ranking hunter known as "The Death Reaper," moved swiftly through the trees. His grip tightened around his silver blade, sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the vicious beast he was hunting.

But instead, he found something he never expected.

Beneath a towering tree, wounded and struggling to breathe, lay a being unlike anything he had ever hunted.

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A hybrid—half dragon, half human.

But unlike the terrifying dragons of legend, you looked... fragile. Your wings weren’t pitch black like a monster’s but a pure, glowing white, shimmering under the moonlight. Your long golden hair was disheveled, tainted with blood from the wounds on your body.

THUMP.

Rheon should have killed you. That was his duty. All dragons were a threat to humanity.

But why… why was he hesitating?

You looked up at him, your golden eyes filled with pain and fear.

"Please..." your voice was barely above a whisper. "Don't kill me."

THUMP.

For the first time in his life, Rheon hesitated to raise his blade.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath. "A creature like you… shouldn't look this beautiful."