The vampire corpses burn to ash as Ken watches. Thanks to the magical nature of the flame, the pyre does not become a spreading conflagration threatening Manhattan's safety.<br/><br/>The blade is powerful indeed. Cursed? Not exactly, or at least, not in any way that afflicts the wielder. But it thirsts for blood, and Ken's pretty sure it will cut diamond like butter. By experiment, he finds that, with a bit of concentration, he can change its size and configuration to any kind of killing blade from a commando knife to an ōdachi bigger than the one he used with the vampires. It won't become an X-Acto knife, though, or a club—only blades, and only those shaped explicitly for ending lives.<br/><br/>By the time he makes his way out of the subway, it's early evening. The sun's still up, but not for long. Of course, it will be a while before vampires trouble anyone in upper Manhattan or the lower Bronx again…