This is the first time that the red-eyed Faust has made his presence known to others. The deep melancholy and the pressure of pure blood lust. These feelings kept growing in his life as he met with new obstacles with each passing day. That is when he got hold of his sword.
The sword that is known to be smithed by gods. The sword that can cut anything in any dimension and even the heavens and hell if used correctly.
On a day, when Faust is blaming himself for being powerless and useless. Blaming himself for not being able to save his friends. The only family in his life, Gus, He left the room without speaking a word and entered the attic. He later came back, holding a white box with golden carvings at the corners of the box, in his hands and placing the box on a table in front of the bed Faust is on.
