Enoch, The Puissant

Enoch leads the hunt with calm rage. The night had already been arduous. Many men would not return home come the dawn. This particular creature had swarmed and taken a score of his men to the great beyond in a matter of moments, later diverting to a neighboring village to lay waste. Enoch had lost all he held dear, huddled in fear as a child night after night, wondering if it would be his last. Until, a band of hunters, by a stroke of luck found the boy, put a blade in his hand, and made him face his fear. That event a distant memory now with reality crashing into him. "I will take this one alone. He's mine," Enoch gestured his men, following the flamed pockets strewed across the field. His greatsword stained a sanguine hue, a pale moonlight pouring into the darkness, and an inferno straining to describe the unearthly form of the koe'm.

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