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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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264 Chs

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At evening.

Under the furious rain that destroyed crops, slums, street vendors' day's earning, mud streets, and much more, with a flood; a hooded figure, clad in black from top to bottom, with a broadsword hung on their back, was seen jumping from one building to another.

The broadsword that covered almost half of the figure's back, was hung in a way that a left handy would be able to pull it out more fluently and flexibly.

Without any sounds of footsteps, the black hooded figure jumped from one building's top to another, in the evening that didn't seem much different from the night, due the dark, dense clouds veiling the skies.

The structures became sparse as the flooded paths were seen much more frequently, on which the man soon set foot on.