The Blade Wielder hold the crimson blade on his right hip tightly, as a wave of death in the form six limbed monsters comes charging at him. Red mist starts to emerge from him, as if blood is evaporating from his very veins.

Just like what happened in Carcasa, the clothes on his back were torn off by unseen forces. From the Blade Wielder's wrists to his elbows, sharp double edge blades started to shoot out of his skin, the blades mimicking the scales of a dragon. The skin on his entire hand turned from soft flesh to scales as hard as steel.

His skin color changed reb to match the dagger his body just absorbed. From both sides of the Blade Wielder's face, protective armour emerged that looked like gragon wings, openning themselves mid flight, protecting his cheecks and ears from harm.

The Blade Wielder's eyes turned black as night, as his teeth became fangs and his wavy brown locks stood on ends, like that of a star