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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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283 Chs

Defiance

"R-really?" She questioned, but he merely responded with a nod instead of voicing his reply.

His horns dissipated in a haze but his clothes remained as he turned to face in her direction, "Why-" He mumbled, but Ela cut him short,

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[Eleanor Felscylla]

[HP: ●●●●● ●●●●●] (100%)

[MP: ●●●●● ●●●●●] (100%) [Attribute: Divine] (NEW)

[Level: 134]

[Rank: S(+)] (NEW)

[Path: Saintess] (NEW)

[Class: Rouge] [Sub-Class: Healer] (NEW)

[Passives: [Devil's Lover]] (NEW)

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With her status window.

"Devil's lover?" Ken mumbled, reading the passives or previously named titles section, on the status window visible to him similar to his own.

From how there was a (NEW) tag in front of it, she obtained it recently.

'Did she obtain it as a result of my acceptance of her?' He wondered, noticing how much influence he was exerting on the system just by being present on Miorus.