Lynn Nightmark is a mistake.
Werewolves see him as a disgrace to half-bloods, and witchers see him as a puppet for purification. His only way to survive was to work as an inconspicuous record-keeper in the archives of the Witcher Guild, spending every full-moon night hiding in piles of paper.
Until a mark appeared on the back of his left hand.
That seal had no murderous intent or curse, it just told him coldly:
"The balance has been lifted. If it is out of balance, it will perish."
From that day on, Linn found that his body had changed - for the first time, the werewolf's rage and the demon hunter's will stopped tearing apart, reaching a strange balance. What's even more astonishing is that the engraving began to swallow up all the "conflicting forces" around him like a greedy stomach: the curse of the vampires, the holy marks of the Holy See, the whispers of the ancient gods...
Balance is strength, imbalance is abyss.
When the Witcher Guild, the Blood Council, and the Werewolf Clan were all targeting him at the same time, Linn finally understood one thing:
Engraving is neither a gift nor a curse——
It is a scale, and he himself is the only bargaining chip on both sides of the scale.
