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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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Dradvils and Aerith

The basis on which that strong will to create life stood on was the very fact that, [Every life had mana, weak or strong, within itself]. With tens, if not hundreds questions questioning every possibility that were left unprecedented till date, upon how every life had mana and why; he searched for that unknown probable possibility that just was left unexplored and unquestioned.

The sovereign Dradvil, had came across Miorus while questioning those unimagined possibilities and had observed the aliens there with similarly higher levels of sentience.

Having gotten curious about the aliens that resembled them, the Dradvils, in more than a few ways, he observed those creatures and found them to be far amusing than any other species or a race he had come across in his journey.

The creatures were weaker than even the new born Dradvil, yet at the same time, they were unbelievably arrogant, greedy, curious, and violent....

And,