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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

Hero System

Three figures were seen raving through an open field blanketed by green grass with the morning dew giving it a pleasant and calming glow. The figures were a pair of men, who were seen riding their leg unique horses, and a woman, who seemed the most jovial of the three as she ran with a brilliant smile on her face.

"Only a few minutes more!" Edwin exclaimed as he patted the horses neck while his stood on the saddle's stirrup, to relish the claiming breeze for as long as he could.

NEIGHHH-HIHIGHN-!

The horse neighed in response as it sped up a bit more.

But as he has expected, they neared the capital gates sooner than they wanted to but he didn't have a choice since he wanted to get stronger as soon as possible, after that, they were many opportunities for him to enjoy everything the world of Miorus had to offer, in reality.