"You've grown…so…..so strong…"
Blade's bloody hand dropped. Night felt the weight on his weapon change. It was now pointed lower. Blade's body was on its knees, bowing down to his junior, his martial brother. Even though this was a vision of sorts, in his last moments, Blade fulfilled the promise he had made when he first met Night.
"If you manage to slice even a single dummy by this month-end, I'll personally bow down to you and pledge to be your slave,"
The desperate words that Night mentioned moments before Blade died, came true in the most unfortunate of circumstances. A few seconds later, his entire body turned into golden particles, making the other end of the Glacial Balance fall to the ground.
Night stood there, with his weapon in his hand, one end covered with blood, the tears were finally starting to dry up. His eyes that looked like they were bleeding felt dry. He cursed himself. Just what did he do to deserve this?
