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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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286 Chs

First Floor

[Hm? Master, doesn't trust me?]

"Your master has trusted nobody except for himself till this date, hence it is a bit harder for me" He said, voicing his words as if he was unveiling his flaw but what he wanted to convey was quite clear.

[Oh…..]

[&!%@£₩$&@%] She mumbled strange words that made him flinch and keep his guard up, but he stood still with Jessy on his head, since he was sure that he could protect himself from whatever was thrown at him.

SHINE-!

With a strange but profound glimmer, a magical shackle appeared around her little neck and disappeared as soon as it arrived, but by the next instance, her mind was like an open book for him to access, even her jovial thoughts were his to read.

'With this I'll become the first person master can trust' He read her thoughts, and.

[Master, now I'm the first person master trusts, right?] Jessy exclaimed in child-like excitement.

"Yes…."

[Hehehe]

"….."