The air was filled with blood. A dark red aura hovered just above the floor. It was dark outside, rain hit against the large window panes and lightning revealed the indoor of a house. Two corpses laid on the wodden floor with a face of horror and a bleeding body. Above them, stood a dark figure of a man, sword in hand with blood dripping from its blade. There was no sound, except for the thunder clashing in the clouds. The sound of a creaking door opening alerted the figure to look back. A female covered in blood walked through the doorway and while wiping the blood and sweat from her forehead, she spoke,

"Building is clear. I think that was everyone",

The figure acknowledged the information but gave no response. He drew the sword high and with a quick whip of the wrist, swang the sword, clearing the blood of it. He then yielded the sword into it's scabbard, ringing as it did so,

"Anastasya, make preparations" the dark figure said aloud with a heavy voice,

"Yes My Lord",

Suddenly the figure looked out the window and placed his left hand on his left ear. The sound of static could be heard before he lowered the hand,

"Correction. Call everyone. We have a new target" he said to her,

"Sir?",

"Looks like the game has finally begun" he said as thunder crashed.

Red and the gang were on the dragon's back riding towards Savanna. They had been travelling for quite a while. The sky was clear, the sun shined with a summer heat and a cool breeze relaxed everyone into their positions. Maria and Karla were together next to Gália simply chatting about trivial things. Amélia and Trivia were both sharing information of the world, While Red gazed off into the ever vast world. Suddenly however Amélia turned to Gália and asked,

"Oh that's right. I've been wanting to ask but never really had the chance. Gália, you're the one who made Red's weapon correct?",

"Indeed. My masterpiece that I'll never be able to replicate or improve on" he replied with a huge smile,

"Can I ask? How were you able to embed magic into it? Normally embedding magic into items requires great skill as a magician, so for a blacksmith to do it was of surprise to me",

"I did no such thing",

"Huh?" Amélia exclaimed in confusion,

"What you are seeing is just a blade. I never placed any magic, curse, spell or any other onto it. Everything else the blade does except for hack and slash is all Red's doing" he explained,

"So, what is the sword capable of then? I've heard Red shout out words to activate certain effects which emerge from the blade, so I'm quite curious",

Gália turned to Red as if to ask for permission and Red just nodded,

"You see, when I built the blade for him, I had one simple goal in mind. I needed to make the blade in a way that Red could disperse magic from it without destroying it in the process. I hunted down minerals and scales from the highest peaks and most dangerous of monsters. All of the efforts combined of me and Red, we were able to create a sword that can translate his magic into physical Spells",

"Incredible! So the words he shouts are-?",

"Manifestations of his magic. Amarella for lightning and speed, Vermelha for damage and fire, Azul for healing and defense, Verde for poison and kill blows and Branca for the holy element",

"I see. The Firluage of the main colours" Amélia said surprisingly "But what about Preta?",

Suddenly Gália and Red had a shocked look. Amélia took notice and became surprised,

"Pret-" Red tried to ask before Gália cut in,

"No such colour exists. The only reason I named the sword Alma Preta was to simply mean that. A soul that can never exist",

"But-" Amélia tried to ask,

"Look we're almost to Savanna!" Trivia shouted averting everyone's attention.

As everyone looked, Red put on a face of shock and anger and growled,

"What is that?",