151 Culling the Flock pt6 (1/2)

Draig woke with a grimace, it had been a week since the ordeal with Ginji and the Thousand Fold Blade disappearing. The tattoos covering his torso and lower body had become a common sight by now although he wished to know their purpose.

Rising from his bed mat, the Feratu went to the main area where he sat for tea. He had put off on the tournament in hopes his Mana would come back under his control but that wasn't the case, if anything it had become even worse. He had began to grow used to the occasional burning that would come as the paths that his Mana used to stream through his body swelled.

The Vampire sat alone and sipped his tea staring and analyzing the bizarre markings with no inclination as to what had happened, it frustrated him to no end as he had already lived a life time of being clueless about himself only to come here and once again suffer that fate. Though unknown to him his Deva energy would pulse and cause the Tattoos to seemingly come to life which only served to disturb his rampant Mana.

'I need to find a smith that will accomplish what I ask of them, a Sword that will truly channel the Founder's power. . .' contemplated the Feratu as his eyes seemed to lose focus in the midst of his thoughts.

Draig was interrupted from his thoughts when the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard causing him to look towards the yard only to see those he had intended to pit against each other in a deathmatch standing there.

”What is it” asked Draig with a gruff tone.

”Lord we would like to request a leave of this faction. . . . we feel that you are not the one we should follow any longer.” spoke the group's spokesperson.

Draig heard this and sneered internally.

'Weak trash, they think that I am truly defenseless without a sword. Fools, I will grant their wish then' thought Draig as he looked forward to watching their regretful faces.

”If you leave now then do not expect to take anything with you other than your swords and personal items, the rest will stay with me” stated Draig calmly as he cast a warning glance to those present.

It seemed they hadn't expected this type of response but the spokesperson agreed regardless, it was only a temporary loss as they would each go find a new faction to join and be taken care of. Thus it wasn't too much of a loss for them to leave the resources they had brought.

”We understand, we thank you for the guidance during this time and hope that we can meet again in the future under better circumstances” answered the Spokesperson.

It seemed that the news of his Blade disappearing along with the loss of his Deva abilities had spread further than he though as not even two hours after those former Faction members left a group had come to fish in troubled waters.

”So the big shot has fallen from grace” called a larger person.