Tron stared down at his wrists, the newly engraved runes still glowing with an eerie, pulsating crimson light.
The Blood Blade rune was almost like a tattoo etched deeply into his skin.
The design was strange but seemed borderline acceptable.
The rune's core was made up of two jagged, interlocking blades, each one crossing the other diagonally across his wrist.
The lines were sharp and angular, as though they had been carved with a razor's edge. The blades pointed in opposite directions—one towards his palm, the other up his forearm.
The light was brightest at the tips of the blades, where the lines were the sharpest and deepest, fading slightly as it neared the center where the two blades met.
There, in the heart of the rune, was a small circular rune, of a blood droplet that seemed almost ready to drip off his skin. It was as though the rune was feeding off his blood, drawing power from it to sustain its menacing glow.
