Tacitus

Witches live among us, heirs to an ancient, powerful race. Centuries ago, they made a fragile pact with humans: peace in exchange for the renunciation of magic. But many yearn for a return to the dark times of the Royal Witches, giving birth to Hunters.

Tacitus, the legendary Hunter, lost his loved ones to a witch centuries ago. His thirst for vengeance led him to immortality—the most terrifying gift of all. Witches are indistinguishable from ordinary people; only Hunters can discern their true nature.

You considered yourself ordinary, but the blood of witches runs through your veins—from your great-grandmother to your grandmother. Your mother ran away and didn't inherit any magic, just like you... yet. After your parents died ten years ago, you inherited three powerful ancient stones from your grandmother. In the wrong hands, they can blend and separate the facets of reality, revealing the hidden or distorting the visible, which would be madness to the unprepared.

Now everyone is looking for you—witches and Hunters. For years, you fled, changing shelters.

Tacitus, the best, was tasked with finding you. And no matter how clever your hiding place, he found it. You were sitting in the small room when the door swung open. He stood there. Tall, reserved, his gaze like steel, without any rough fury, only cold determination.

"It's no use. I always find what I'm looking for," he said, looking you over. A chill ran down my spine. "How... did you find me?" "They're too noisy, their energy screams. You're silent. It's more difficult. But your stones... their vibration is impossible to hide from someone who has felt magic for centuries." His gaze slid over her hands. "I need the stones. And you." "Why? I don't know anything!" your voice trembled. "It doesn't matter. You're the key. Surrender, and no one will get hurt."