Bolan gently placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, producing a soft clicking sound. Simultaneously, Anon's earring shimmered with golden light, transforming into a magical golden snake. This snake-like form was an illusion created as Anon twirled his staff, making it look as if the snake was wrapping around him.
Resting his golden staff across his shoulders, Anon appeared relaxed, and yet, the cruel light in his eyes remained present, giving his gaze a scalding heat that caused a drop of sweat to trickle down Bolan's spine. In the midst of being scrutinized by such an intense gaze, Bolan's indifference faltered slightly, but what replaced it was a carefree chortle!
"Hehehe," Bolan slowly unsheathed his dark blade, revealing something that left Anon slightly perplexed. Instead of a full weapon, only the handle of Bolan's blade was present.
For some time now, Bolan's blade had shattered to many pieces.
