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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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276 Chs

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Edwin lunged himself towards the mages standing behind him, as soon as he was done speaking, kicking off the coward's body aside with his other leg.

The mages flinched but quickly casted honeycomb shaped shields to protect themselves and that was exactly when Edwin slashed vertically downward after completing a spin that swept up the war axe off of the ground, allowing him to slash down.

Mages approximated the swing's force and quickly reinforced their shields, just as they readied themselves to brace for the impact, the axe swing missed their shields entirely, and

BOOM-!!

With a loud boom, the group of mages, who had mocking smiles on their faces, were immediately covered in a thick veil of dust that rendered them unable to see what was in front of them.

One of the men, waved his hand to clear up the dust cloud and what they saw, slightly shocked them; there where they expected Edwin to be was just his war axe, stuck in the ground.

WHOOOSH-!