Blade merely sought the tranquility of death. How serene it felt when he sensed his body being devoured by mara, only to growl in frustration as his eyes reopened and felt his heart still beating.

The young healer, from who knows where, has disrupted his moment by treating him. Now relentlessly shadows him—persistently seeking to become his disciple.

"This is the last time I'll say it kindly to you." He grumbles irritably. "Leave, you cursed brat."