“What happens if they catch you? There’s really no
way to fight them?” There had to be a way. Everything had a weakness.
“No. They can only be diverted if stronger prey calls
to them.” The old woman glowered at him. “Attend to me, and you had better etch
my warning into your bones. They hunt in mated pairs and cannot be fought. Once
they have a taste of your soul they can follow you anywhere. They slip through
cracks in time and show up where you will be. They prolong the hunt purely for
the pleasure of the fear it raises in their victims. And once you’re done, once
you’ve fought and run past any strength left, they divide you between them and
devour you. Is that spoken plainly enough?”
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