A Torrent of energy flowed into the sky from the Thousand Fold Blades hilt the stuck from Draig's chest however it was interesting to note that the sword didn't poke through Draig's body instead it seemed to have been stabbed into somethign much deeper.

However soon the phenomenon ended as the hilt seemed to be sucked into Draig's body as well, soon the Feratu's still body fell to the floor as several odd tattoos began to cover his body. Some depicting the images of a moon, while one depicted a pumpkin patch. It seemed that these tattoos each had some kind of symbolic meaning behind them but it wasn't certain as only Draig would be able to decipher them.

'At least I don't have to share a sword with those weaklings any longer. . .' thought the Founder with the Splice man Avatar kneeling before him.

It would appear that the Founder was merely being petty by not Manifesting completely through the Thousand fold Blade.

However this was unknown to Draig as he sat once again in a black s.p.a.ce floating simply even in this subconscious s.p.a.ce he wasn't awake. It was odd but even his mental self possessed those tattoos meaning that they were quite permanent.

Outside the Subconscious world Souta was standing in front of Draig sword drawn, he cast a suspicous glare towards everyone present. No one was free from his murderous gaze as a monkey was taking shape above his head, the primate looked angry as it slapped its hands upon the ground and seemed to scream loudly.

He wasn't trusting any of the people as he had become aware of Draig's plan and had even gone forward with it, this meant that any of the people before him could be responsible for this odd state the Feratu was in but it wasn't as it appeared to be. Draig was in fact becoming stronger as the Silent G.o.d Jewel within his chest began to s.h.i.+ne in a dazzling manner.

In the tree the girl who was a.s.signed as Draig's watcher had left immediately in order to report the situation to her grandfather and as this seemed like something the man would take great interest in. Thought she had to admit that the way those tattoos decorated the Feratu's body was quite alluring how they weaved together to tell some sort of lost story that only the wearer would understand..

In the hall of the Deva a.s.sociation the President listened to the report from his granddaughter and found himself intrigued.

"So you believe he has perhaps found a path beyond materialization, is that what I am to believe" asked the President.

"That is merely what it looked like from my perspective, I am not yet sure of what it is that he has done because he has yet to awaken from the event" reported the girl causing the President to slam his hands on the table in front of him.

"Return immediately, this is a crucial time where you can be observing the target and investigating the changes that will come from this supposed new path. If this is indeed what he has accomplished it would be a boon for all of those who are called Deva. A path beyond materialization would guarantee us as the strongest force in the nation, this is something only the Deva a.s.sociation should be allowed to monopolize in order to bolster our forces" commanded the President with outrage.

His granddaughter below merely nodded and left without speaking and returned to her post, however news travels fast within the confines of the Deva grounds. Those of the younger Generation had a terrible habit of gossiping and before anyone knew it a crowd had gathered in particular the Disciplinary Committee wished to come and observe the situation.

Hana in particular was interested in the happening of the Feratu because of their current goal of taking him out and gaining more reputation for defeating him. However she found herself incapable at the moment due to the amount of lower cla.s.s Deva that had come to witness the coma like state he was in.

Draig on the other hand was unaware of this as he merely laid there his tattoos seeming to move as if they had a life of their own for some time constantly s.h.i.+fting across his skin.

It was several hours later before the Feratu began to stir and his eyes seemed to carry an otherworldly glow, the tattoos by this point had settled in place and Draig felt stronger for some reason as he inspected himself only to find that he was now covered in tattoos and his beloved sword was nowhere to be seen.

'What happened to me. . . .' wondered Draig as he examined the marks only to find some of them to be vaguely obvious behind their meaning if he took the previous event into consideration.

'Pumpkin patch. . . . Dracule, Wolves howling at moon. . . gotta be Kira' thought Draig as he continued to examine the marks he could see until he got to his hands.

A familiar looking stick with a cloak hanging from it, he would be a fool if he didn't know who that signified. He was curious however, why did his sword suddenly disappear and why were these oddly discernible tattoos all over him.

So caught up in his thoughts he didn't even notice the crowd that had gathered, as he looked up and met the eyes of all of those present he felt himself to have been some kind of laughing stock.

'They must think I am some  sort of madman for stabbing myself' thought Draig as he stood up and went to see if Ginji had finished the sword he had asked for. He would investigate these tattoos more in the future when he was alone however he wouldn't be able to fight anyone with just his rapier for the time being. It was no good for cutting as it only marked people, but it would certainly hurt if he jabbed them hard enough.

The thought made the Feratu chuckle, as he came around the estate ignoring the eyes of the people and the calls of Souta he saw Ginji still hammering away though this time he had a few swords hung up that were to his specifications.

"Lets see what the Grave Forger has for me" muttered Draig  as he went to check.