Ned walked with his vision blurring. His path stopped as the broken Butterfly clanked underneath his feet.
Baso stood beside him, confused about what to do. Was Ned an enemy, or their employer? Was he even Ned? Or the kid enveloped with black energy.
Ned's shoulders were flaming with black energy. His face obscured of black mist, his limbs throbbing with dark energy. Yet, his mind steeled. He reached for the broken Butterfly and brandished it midair. He hesitated for a moment, but he knew, his consciousness was fading once more.
"Am I that precious to you?" He started, eyeing the tip of the broken Butterfly. "This sword," he said, "killed you once, and once more you will die."
'What are you doing?'
