Honorable and Virtuous Deed

His fangs grew out, and with a forceful bite.

He claimed down his hands seemingly in a simple but ruthless manner.

Huge tides and drops of crimson golden blood rushed and gushed out of his hands.

As he didn't need to be told what to do.

He wouldn't make the same old foolish mistake he had made before.

Manipulating with a focused gaze, given his utmost level of concentration, seemingly immersed in creating a weapon from his crimson golden blood.

With a furrowed brow, seemingly in a critical process.

He finally created a pair of dagger.

With the creation, seemingly become a weapon for the the agent of death, Aven.

Who had a bright smile appearing on his face.

Without wasting any time, or even a breath if time.