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I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

This can't actually be real. But it is real. The blood that's spreading across the carpet is definitely real. The knife handle sticking up at this weird angle is real. Those empty eyes staring up at nothing are totally real.

Completely losing her rationality to think about right and wrong, Nina grabbed that knife with her shivering hands and attempted to pierce it inside her stomach but before the tip of that knife could even graze her skin, someone gripped the edge of that knife with his bare palm which resulted in that knife to get stained with that person's blood.

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

He immediately pulled out the dagger and roared with laughter, “You think this puny little dagger could kill me?” While coughing up blood, she spoke, “I didn’t just throw any ordinary dagger. Why don’t you look at the blade and see what’s different from any dagger?” He observed the dagger in his right hand. It was covered in a purple liquid that resembled poison. She laced the weapon with unknown poison. He’s never seen anything like it.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” He chuckled and held his jacket open, showing the jangly letters and the picture of a chainsaw blade made to look like it was running him through from behind complete with garish red blood stains. “That it is,” he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.”

However, none of the hundreds of people were Yang Xiao's match. If you touched it, you would die! If he touched it, he would be injured! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! A warrior's knife turned into an illusion in Yang Xiao's hand, like a cabbage being cut into pieces. The scene was too bloody to be described in words. Swoosh— One of them was cut in half by Yang Xiao. Swoosh— Another one fell, and the man and the man were divided into two halves.

The golden-blue runes along the blade flared brilliantly, casting a stark, commanding light across the dark trees. ​The mercenaries panicked, scrambling for their weapons, but Dave’s vanguard closed the trap from all sides with ruthless, disciplined efficiency. Two outlaws lunged at Dave with spiked iron clubs, but with a swift, calculated pivot, Dave used the flat of his broadsword to disarm them, sending both men crashing hard into the dirt.

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

“This is fucking insane, what were you doing with this?” My attention moved to Ralph who was holding a small knife—the blade he usually carries. I guess it was a type of sculpturing blade or something. But what had my eyes widening was the few red drops clinging to the metal. It wouldn’t take any genius to recognise it as blood. It shouldn’t be a surprise, but I couldn’t help but be both surprised and scared.