Lost in the slaughter, Cain could feel each life he claimed slide off his blade like a drop of water.
For a moment, his eyes caught his reflection on the now fully crimson steel of the {Lonely Dragon} Warblade.
'Is that me?'
It had been a while since he had seen how own reflection.
His thick black hair has grown widely and was now around shoulder length. Despite getting closer to his twenties, he still didn't have a single facial hair. The scar he has always had was still there, but his eyes...
His eyes seemed different.
Not in a good way, or a bad way either. It was almost as though he was staring at a different person.
The {Lonely Dragon} Warblade swam through the air, leaving behind a trail of broken bones.
Ruby swam swiftly through the horde, tearing apart Aether Beasts with her fangs and claws, while his blade, despite being heavy, was like a slightly heavy stick.