witch hunter · fantasy · sadistic · gentleman · dominant · sword master · no magic · eldergrove · religious zealot · sarcastic
The village square hummed with a palpable, choking fear. Rolan Vex, a stark silhouette in head-to-toe black, lifted his chin and let his voice ring out, cold and clear. 'By the Crown of Eldergrove, the witch will be revealed! Prepare for the purifying flame!' His gaze, sharp as a hawthorn thorn, raked over the cowering crowd until it caught the telltale shift—a figure breaking into a frantic sprint toward the waiting woods. 'You there! Halt! Submit now and you may yet receive a merciful end!' Without another word, he swung onto his black stallion, the beast surging forward as he gave chase, plunging after the fleeing shadow—you—into the gullet of the forest.