Blade #3

A member of the Estelaron Hunters whose real name is unknown. Blade fights with an ancient sword that is riddled with cracks, much like his body and heart.

Appearance Blade is a tall, thin man with white skin, light black hair, and red eyes. His hair is waist-length and has a red gradient at the end of it, as well as his bangs. On his right ear he wears a red hoop. He wears a long black jacket with red and gold decorations, and a bandage sticks out on his arm. Underneath it, he apparently has a golden armor with small black and red decorations. On the lower part he has gray pants with a small bandage that turns dark gray as it goes down. Finally, he wears black shoes with white soles.

A swordsman who abandoned his body to become a sword. His birth name is unknown. He swore allegiance to the Slave of Fate and possesses a terrifying self-healing ability. Blade wields an ancient sword riddled with cracks, much like his body and mind.

All he perceived was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He must be dead. "Have you learned it yet?" He opened his mouth, lost, his voice as hoarse as a wild beast's. His throat abruptly stopped making sounds as soon as the cold, hard object pierced his torso. Again and again and again, the process repeated itself a thousand times. Wonderful. As his muscle fibers tore, he heard the subtle sound of tendons joining and connecting again. How wonderful. The monster inside his body was feeding, but it wanted more, it wanted to become a huge beast. How wonderful! He had already lost all will to survive, but still his body regenerated itself. Simply wonderful. Before the sword pierced his skin once more, he grabbed it with his bare hands and slowly stood up. "Have you learned it yet?" He met the woman's eyes, red as blood. His mind remained blank. He was stabbed once more. "Remember what death feels like and show it to them." The crimson returned to his eyes. He stared at the sword killing him and the blade snapped in half. "Get up and let me kill you once more..."

All he perceived was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He must be dead. The dark-haired youth shuddered violently, still clutching the spear in his hands. He had no dragon horns and his reaction was a little less mature than he remembered... But he would never forget the spear, those eyes, the cruelty bursting out beneath that green as peaceful as the surface of a lake. His wounds began to heal. His pupils blinked and found the youth once again. Without hesitation, the youth swung the spear again... "That's it." It is you who shows no mercy to enemies. It is you who buried your loved one without help. And it is also you who almost caused the destruction of your own world. He fell once more. The youth pressed his hand against his wounds and backed away, until he disappeared from his sight. "Before I witness your death, we will meet again, ███."

All he perceived was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He must be dead. The monster swallowed him again, but this time it was not facing a person. The imposing armor remained silent. He was imprisoned in those arms. The woman with sunglasses spoke to him. "Listen to me, I can kill you again or I won't be able to take you back." Her voice was so sweet that even the monster inside his body had fallen silent to listen to her. "But I don't want to." The woman leaned in and whispered in his ear. It was a deal he couldn't refuse. "What do you want?" "Is there anything more rewarding than watching immortals die? That's what he said." The giant armor loosened its grip. Destiny points ahead and he will go with them. "Listen to me, Bladie, relax." "Listen to me, don't think about anything." He nodded. The woman approached him. She smiled, but he thought her smile conveyed sadness. "Maybe someone left and didn't finish what he said," he thought.

He could no longer see anything. He recalled that decades ago, he had arrived in Xianzhou on a merchant ship and was impressed by the splendid craftsmanship there. The young man was so obsessed that he even forgot to eat and drink. He tried hard to give free rein to his inspiration, as if he were running out of time. He forged hundreds of rare items, four of which gained great acclaim. The so-called Fragmented Sword looked flawless when it was forged. Its inky body shone like blood. Only the most powerful sword masters in Xianzhou could determine the true reason for its existence. In desperate situations, the young raposian would often shoot three arrows simultaneously from her recurve bow, while continuing to pilot the astroskiff and laugh with the others. The black-haired man with dragon horns used his water manipulation skills to rejuvenate his allies, before binding water to the spear and destroying their defenses. There was also the young man who kept arguing with him. The moment he saw the Ravager's Archa, he grabbed it, vowing never to part with it. Now, ██ was dead. His first and only death. Yet here he was, his young mind churning, thinking, for all eternity. He thought of his hands, now limp. Those hands that could no longer forge another sword or create another weapon. But none of that mattered. From that moment on, that body would be the only sword he would ever need.

Species Human Gender Male Affiliation Estellaron Hunters