"Looks like I can't hold back anymore," thought Ronin as he gripped his sword. Two different kinds of runes formed on his hands.
"Merge!" shouted Ronin, and the runes on his hands transformed into the sword. The ordinary-looking sword immediately turned black and white, and the colors merged into a red sword.
Ethan felt his hair stand on end and alarm bells rang in his head. He quickly shifted from an attacking stance to a defensive one, using all his strength and the power of his domain to protect himself from Ronin's attack.
Clang...
Puf...
Blood sprayed from Ethan's mouth as he was sent flying back, like a kite breaking free from its rope. Cracks appeared on the dagger he was holding, and his hand muscles tore, causing blood to gush out.
Despite his injuries, Ethan continued to stare at the cracks on his dagger, a dumbfounded expression on his face. Questions raced through his mind: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I alive?
