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-- Very well. The fabric is as red as blood, brimming with audacity, preserving the soul -- one -- he hands over the jacket. -- The liquid is as black as the abyss, creating an indelible, unerasable mark, a conductor of reason -- two -- he hands over the ink. -- The fruit of ore, living steel, hard and flexible, an extension of the hand -- three -- he hands over the sword. -- May words bring more benefit than things.
Touching the objects and mumbling something unintelligible, Trans enters a trance and begins to depict arrows with his hands and body.