Writer Notes: I haven't really been doing anything to start this project. Haven't started an outline nor a single draft. I'm not confident with my hands work, skills, or anything that determines one as a writer. I am not an avid read. But I figured that I'll be writing something raw here and publish it as an un-canon chapter yet the theme will be somewhat accurate. So that you'll get an idea of my writing capabilities and area of vocabulary. (End of Note)

A dim light flickered in a crude clay tunnel as a trail of blood was written over the cold dusty floor. Muffled groans of pain could be subtly hear on the eerily dim lit passage.

A young man struggle with all his strength to crawl away from where he came from. A trail of blood was created by no other than him.

Cold, disheveled, injured, and with his left arm and right leg is nowhere to be found.

A dark figure emerged from the darkness and into the muted light, slowly forming into a man. His eyes deep and eery like a void. Emotionless expression with a trickle of blood across his face.

The injured man upon seeing the latter, cowered in fear. shivering intensely as he grabbed his left shoulder tight. His flesh and bones from the remains of his left shoulder could be seen as his bloody veins with nerve endings still intact dragging on the floor, creating a small trail of blood.

"Y-you scheming bastard! You're a devil! You h-heartless m-monst-ter! You killed my comrades!" The man uttered grievously in a shivering voice.

His words was filled with deep animosity and fear.

Animosity against the atrocious act the latter has done to him and his late comrades. Fear that he couldn't fathom nor amount his strength to the latter.

He was weak compared to him.

The emotionless man approached him slowly, ensuring to instill more suffering and fear. Tormenting the injured man more.

As he finally reached inches away from the injured man, he crouched with his eyes deeply engraved on the eyes of the one beneath him.

"What's atrocious is how you can act like the victim even though you were the one who started all of these. Their death and your despair is the consequence of your actions against me." He spoke without a shred of emotion and continued: "It has always been like this. Weak shit like you likes to prey on someone weaker. You torment them for weeks, make them feel worse, abuse them, oppress them, and when they fight back, you turn the story upside down so that the masses would give their empathy to you and condemn your prey."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched the nerve endings of the exposed vein.

An unpleasant shriek escaped from the mouth of the injured man.

"But no more. May this be your last endeavour. May I be your last victim and first suspect. Remember my name, Yang Rigo."

He stood up.

At this moment, the only thing the man could behold his the shadowed face of his murderer with green gleaming eyes as a trail of verdant green aura emanated away from those very eyes.

Yang extended his right hand straight with palms open, as if holding an invisible glass.

"Armament." He spoke eerily, devoid of emotions, with eyes glowing green.

"G-... N-no.... St-top! Somebody save me!"

The injured man gritted his teeth, turned, and began frantically crawling away in a futile attempt.

Dense energy began to gather before Yang's palm, condensing and coalescing into a familiar form! With a swift twist, the energy formed and manifested into a physical object!

A blade!

Soul Armaments are the physical manifestation of the Slayer's Arkin into bladed weapons. Arkin is the purest energy of all living and non-living things.

With a swift slash, the floor shook, cracks webbed out, and in a flash, exploded as debris scattered everywhere!

"Dan Bin'Ru. May you live another life with a changed way."

He closed his eyes, leaned his head backwards, and trailed his fingers from his forehead across his face, until his chin, as if enjoying the trail of blood across his face. Still, devoid of expressions.