sagiri followed Nvaru's instructions amidst the chaos, and he forced his mind into meditative slumber. He needed to relax so that his mind would not fight with the broken images in his memory.
A hand was carrying a blade. the same blade he was holding now. The hand's owner was standing in the middle of the desert holding the handle at the centre of two blades. The blade glimmered even more dangerously with every touch under the sun. It was even longer now, longer than the man holding it. It was as if the blade always grew to fit the wielder.
The man is covered in brown clothes, the colour of the desert. The only thing sagiri can see are his eyes, and they are red, just like sagiri's left eye, which is always covered in an eye veil that merged seamlessly with his eyeball. He had never taken it off since Bakuru gave it to him.
