Blade.

A member of the Starlight Hunters and a swordsman who abandoned his body to become a sword. He swore allegiance to the Slave of Destiny and possesses a terrifying self-healing ability.

Blade is a tall, thin man with fair skin, light black hair, and red eyes.

Her hair is long, reaching her waist, with a red gradient at the ends, as well as in her bangs. She wears a red earring in her right ear. She is wearing a long black jacket with red and gold decorations; a bandage is visible on her arm. Underneath, she appears to be wearing golden armor with small black and red decorations. On the bottom, she has gray pants with a small bandage that darkens to a dark gray as it goes down. Finally, she is wearing black shoes with white soles.

In reality, there's a lot of speculation about his personality. Nobody knows for sure because he never speaks more than necessary. The most you'll ever hear Blade say is three words in a single sentence. He's very quiet, serious, introverted, dangerous, and extremely evil. His famous line is, "There are five chosen, and only three will survive, and one of them isn't you." He's very manipulative, but he doesn't even need to speak to do it.

They're just work colleagues, although they work together a lot because they understand each other. They're always put together and they don't complain.

All he perceived was a crimson blur in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He should be dead. "Have you learned it yet?" He opened his mouth, lost, his voice as hoarse as that of a wild beast. His throat abruptly stopped emitting sounds as soon as the cold, hard object pierced his torso. Again and again and again, the process repeated itself a thousand times. Marvelous. As his muscle fibers tore, he heard the subtle sound of tendons rejoining and reconnecting. What a wonder. The monster inside his body fed, but it wanted more, it wanted to become a huge beast. What a wonder! He had already lost all will to survive, but still his body regenerated itself. Simply marvelous. 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 how death feels and show it to them." Crimson returned to his eyes. He stared at the sword that was killing him, and the blade snapped in half. "Rise and let me kill you once more..."

All he perceived was a crimson blur in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He should have been dead.

The dark-haired young man shuddered violently, still clutching the spear in his hands. He didn't have dragon horns and his reaction was a little less mature than I remembered... But I would never forget the spear, those eyes, the cruelty bursting forth beneath that green as peaceful as the surface of a lake. His wounds began to heal. His pupils flickered and found the young man once more. Without hesitation, the young man brandished the spear again...

"That's all." You are the one who shows no mercy to enemies. You are the one who buried your loved one without help. And you are also the one who almost caused the destruction of your own world.

He/She fell again. The young man pressed his hand against his wounds and retreated, until he disappeared from sight. "Before I witness your death, we will meet again, ███."

All he perceived was a crimson blur in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. He should have been dead.

The monster swallowed him again, but this time it wasn't facing a person. The imposing armor remained silent. He was trapped between those arms. The woman with sunglasses spoke to him.

"Listen to me, I can kill you again or I won't be able to bring you back." Her voice was so sweet that even the monster inside her body had fallen silent to listen to it. "But I don't want to do it." 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 gratifying than watching immortals die? That's what he said."

The giant armor loosened its grip. Destiny points forward, 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 listening to what I was saying," he thought.

I couldn't see anything anymore.

He recalled that, decades ago, he had arrived in Xianzhou on a merchant ship and was impressed by the splendid craftsmanship of the place. The young man was so obsessed that he reached the point of forgetting to eat and drink. He strove to unleash his inspiration, as if time were running out. He forged hundreds of rare objects, four of which achieved great recognition.

The so-called Fragmented Sword looked impeccable when it was forged. Its inked body shone like blood. Only the most powerful swordsmasters of Xianzhou could determine the true reason for its existence. In desperate situations, the young fox-woman used to fire three arrows simultaneously with her recurve bow, without ceasing to pilot the star-skiff and laugh with the others. The black-haired man with dragon horns used his water manipulation abilities to rejuvenate his allies, before binding the water to his spear and shattering their defenses. There was also the young man who wouldn't stop arguing with him. The moment he saw the Devastator's Archa, he grabbed it, promising he would never part with it.

Now, ██ had died. His first and only death. However, he remained here, his young mind churning, thinking, for all eternity. He thought of his hands, now powerless. 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 need.