Blood Sword

"What's happening?" Xander growled, his confusion and fear mounting.

Bloodhound looked up from the lifeless body before him, a strange pleasure dancing in his eyes. He closed them for a moment, savoring the sensations coursing through his being.

"I like this power," Bloodhound murmured, his voice tinged with something akin to ecstasy.

He clenched his fist and in his grip, materialized a crimson-red sword, its blade composed of condensed blood essence. The sight of it was both unsettling and mesmerizing.

Bloodhound stared at the blood sword, its edges shimmering with an eerie crimson light. His eyes now gleaming with newfound determination.

"We should find more blood mages if they exist," he declared, the hunger for power burning brightly within him.

"We should test this new blood sword," Bloodhound suggested, eyeing the crimson blade with an unsettling intensity.

Inside Bloodhound's mind, Xander's voice echoed with concern. "What are you planning?"

Bloodhound's response was calculated
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