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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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284 Chs

Against the world

With a lean back, Ken dodged it and flashed away to reappear meters away from the spot, only to be met with yet another arrow, while the one he had just dodged finally exploded to create an humongous dome that devoured a few hundred metres of lands.

And,

BOOOOOOM-!

BOOOOOOOOOM-!

BOOOOOOOOOM-!

...

.....

Series of explosions boomed to alert that kilometres wide terrain which previously plains.

"If you are only going to weasel around, I'd rather go back and take a nap in my dorm" Starla mocked the man who had barely survived that onslaught.

Arriving right at the centre of a meters deep cavity, Ken stood on air with darkened blood dripping from his now lost arm, while blood tingled as it trickled down on his shaved off torso.