Author's Note
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This story is a work of fiction inspired by themes of music, fantasy, and urban mythology. While elements may draw creative influence from existing media and genres (such as K-pop culture and supernatural animation), Huntrix is an original narrative, and all characters, names, settings, and events are created for storytelling and entertainment purposes only.
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Any resemblance to actual events, persons (living or dead), or real K-pop groups is purely coincidental. All rights to the world, characters, and plot belong to the author.
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Thank you for joining me on this journey into the shadows between beats.
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> "They say music heals... but they never told us it could also kill."
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The city of Seryeon glowed with light. Neon towers pulsed in rhythm with bass-heavy music that echoed through the night like a living heartbeat. At the center of it all, the Grand Arcadium Arena erupted with screams — not of fear, but of fandom. Lights. Chants. Glowsticks. It was the night of Huntrix’s comeback stage.
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And beneath the glamour, something stirred.
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Backstage, Xhel adjusted her mic with trembling fingers. Her heart wasn't racing because of nerves — it was reacting to the presence. A deep, old presence that her demon blood recognized before her mind did. She glanced at the monitor screen. The crowd chanted her name, but behind the glow, she saw it. Eyes. Watching. Hungry.
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A whisper slithered through the earpiece. “Welcome back... Half-blood.”
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Before she could respond, the stage lights cut. Silence. For three seconds, the world froze.
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Then came the scream.
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On the stage, the LED screens twisted into glitching glyphs — symbols that only shamans and hunters knew. Fans collapsed. Shadows stretched. The air demon, Banggwi, had entered. Invisible, suffocating, unseen by most — but not by them.
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The beat dropped. And so did the illusion.
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Xhel's fingers curled around the Lunaris Glaive, hidden beneath the mic stand.
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Behind her, IA’s Stormfans hissed open. Khim’s eyes darkened, pulling shadows into her grip. Jinx stood still — a single glowing card spinning above her hand.
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> This was no longer a concert.
This was a battlefield.
And Huntrix would not fall in silence.
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