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SIDE STORY TRIGGER WARNING: DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE!!! “No…no. Luca, please!” Gildor’s hands slap weakly at him, shaking. His good eye widens, terror threatening to make it burst. The knife probes skillfully, and more of his warm blood spills, mixing with the mud, and coating Luca's hands. Gildor's body thrashes violently, kicking, shaking, but Luca doesn’t stop. He chuckles at Gildor's misery as he forces the cruel blade to carve deeper. . . And deeper, until it grinds against bone, and the ribs crack open with a sickening pop. Gildor sobs, his voice breaking as his fingers dig into Luca's arms.

Her tears soaked Darren's shoulder as he carried her away, his grip unyielding, fueled by a possessive determination. Blood had welled up from a deep gash on Stanley's cheekbone, flowing in a rivulet down the side of his face. The crimson liquid painted a stark contrast against his pale skin, creating a grotesque tableau of violence and pain. The wound oozed with an intensity that matched the anger pulsating within Darren, a testament to the ferocity with which he had struck his rival.

The thought and realization of that brings pain to my heart but I decide to just swallow it and not concentrate on that at this moment. I have to have some sort of weapon with me to counteract my lack of shifting abilities. Turning to the side and looking around me, I see an injured or apparently dead, guard or warrior, or whatever you would like to call him. And he is holding a sword in one of his hands. I can just go there and pick that sword up. But the problem is that the sword has been stained with blood. It has been used to stab someone. And I hate blood. The sight of it makes me nauseous.

“I knew you’d seen it. I left the cupboard open on purpose.” I blinked in surprise. “Why?” “Because I wanted you to know who I am,” he admitted. “A lot of people think they know me, but all they have are rumors. I wanted you to see the truth with your own eyes. But when you didn’t say anything about it, I stayed quiet too.” I swallowed, remembering the sight of the blood and the glinting weapons. “So… the blood. Was it from… someone?” He shook his head. “Not a person’s. It was viper’s blood. Mixed with venom and other poisons. It’s something I keep for battle, for when I need an advantage.”

Ravi's feelings turned uneasy and restless, so he hurriedly rushed down the stairs to the front yard of his house. He immediately spotted the unfamiliar man holding a bloodstained sword. Ravi's legs went weak as his eyes caught a sight he never wanted to see. Lying in the green grass was Daniel with a gaping wound in his abdomen, which Ravi strongly believed had been caused by the stranger's sword. His plain white shirt was smeared with a gruesome bloodstain, marring the grass like spilled red paint.

I said with a sigh before I return the dagger back to the holster and wrap it into my hips. While I am drying my wet long hair I start to walk out of the bath room. That vision I just have seen, it is like I am standing in a battle field full of dead bodies while holding this sword with jade handle designed with a dragon design. The blade is like burning with fire but green. The ground I am standing is pure red due to the bloods flowing from the bodies of dead soldiers. It really gives this certain fear into my whole body just thinking about that. “Miss Riri I-I finally found you? You suddenly disappear from the room. A-are you okay?” I am surprise when someone suddenly speaks making me loo

The sharp sword light was so dazzling that others found it hard to open their eyes, whereas the blood mist that exploded out of the sword light was enveloped in mysterious and indistinct colors. Caspian took a few steps back, and each step left a deep footprint in the ground. The sword light deeply slashed the chest of his Puritan Armor, and the entire armor was almost split in half. Blood seeped out from Caspian's skin and poured out from the incision where the armor was broken. Soon, it was all stained red. If it were not for the Puritan Armor blocking the attack, Caspian's cut could almost split him in half.

One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the slaughtered beasts scattered on the ground. “What the hell just happened?” Arth shook his head as he stared at the form of the long scythe Janshai was holding. The weapon was mostly black, with glowing red lines and writings marked on the curved blade, making it look more evil and demonic. Janshai just ignored Arth as he wiped the blood on the blade of his scythe. “How did you do that?!” Arth kept on asking. “When you called for your weapon earlier, it just blew me away! It’s like Alice’s staff that appears out of nowhere!”

The sharp intention of murder was resurgent. All of a sudden, his figure blurred, and then it became clear again. However, the Rusted Sword, which had been as crystal clear as jade, was dripping with blood along with the rust. The bright white and crystal red mixed together, showing a kind of unique and lethal beauty. "Puff!"

Remembering the sword had fallen from her hand when I got here. She had held it and there was no barrier between herself and its material. My brain ceased to understand anything at this point. I checked the gem again to be certain there was no chances of the blood leaking out. Even if it had, I could not tell with all the blood that painted the spans of this room. I could not tell where the mistress’s blood ended and where the attackers own had begun. Lifting the sword again to be sure it was an actual weapon and not the faux one I had kept in my office. The weight was accurate but it suddenly felt numb.