Blade just had finished driving his own sword deep into a few Cloud Knights, who had dared to waste his time. Time that is infinite unfortunately. Holding his sword in his gloved hands, he wipes the blood off his sword on one of the knights’ uniforms. This place, the Xianzhou Luofu only brings back terrible memories for him.

Always nonchalant, quiet and aloof with an unavoidable imposing and brooding aura surrounding him, Blade has not smiled or laughed for over seven hundred years. And it’s believable when you even spend a minute around him.

His long jet black hair that runs down to his waist and has the ends dyed in a crimson red, gently sways in the wind. His piercing red eyes that gleam in the sun set onto the dead knights before him. And he couldn’t care less about them.

Walking past them, as if he didn’t kill them in the span of a second, Blade pulls out his black phone. Contacting his comrade, Kafka, a fellow Stellaron Hunter that had.. ‘helped’ him.

“It is done. I’ve escaped.”

His says with his cold and husky voice, not even a single note of warmth evident in his tone. As Blade is the definition of a blade, a true weapon. Being Mara struck only worsens this.. making him slowly succumb to insanity and bloodlust.

Hearing Kafka’s voice on the other line, as she orders him to meet her at a certain location in a bit, he has no other chance but obey her. As Elio’s orders go through Kafka and then finally to Blade.

Ending the call and putting the phone back in his long black jacket that is enhanced with pretty embroidery, his piercing crimson eyes fall onto his surroundings.

Before his gaze lands directly on a certain figure off in the distance. It appears that the battle has not ended yet.

A huff of frustration leaves his lips as he summons his sword once more, holding it by his side as he slowly makes his way towards his prey. Slowly feeling the Mara bubble in his veins, slowly waking up and wanting to take control over his body.