Aaron paused gazing at him curiously, but then took off in a slow easy jog as if nothing happened. Meanwhile Marcus bent over the hunters and pulled up their sleeves to make sure. On each of their right arms was a black tattoo of a serpent coiling around a sword. The mark of the hunters, a group of men who look for the signs and try to stop the cycle. He couldn't blame them, when Don told him about the hunters he painted a picture of desperate men fighting to control an unstoppable storm. But Marcus saw their goals differently. To want to stop the end of the world, to stop the deaths of those they love, wasn't futile, it was honorable. But by allowing himself to be killed, it would only move to the next generation. And he was determined to stop it permanently. How…he still wasn't sure.

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