Every hunter had a limit.
A threshold etched into the very core of their ability.
Even the strongest weren't exempt. They just knew how to skirt the edge without tipping over, how to weaponize their limits, or hide them behind flawless strategy.
Like Kairo.
Some, like Caelen, turned their limits into strength, training their bodies until even without powers, they were weapons.
Others, like Mio, had abilities restricted by design—threads that excelled at binding, slicing, restraining—but exhausting when overused.
For Eli—for Elione—the pounding in his skull had always seemed like a nuisance, a side effect.
He assumed the headaches were the price of his ability.
Annoying, but tolerable.
It never really crossed his mind that the headaches might only be the warning signs.
That pushing past them could be worse.
Fatal.
Because limits, once crossed, could kill a hunter.
