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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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Marken: Hero Son

A week passed by…..

Rumours from a week ago spread far and wide, as it wasn't an incident that could be hidden even if tried to, since the moment the bloodlust which they believed to be Marken's exploded out, most of the people within the Capital knelt before they could even comprehend why.

People with mana ranking above a certain level were able to soon regain their senses, but weren't really able to resist the urge to kneel and revere to the Deity Unknown, while those ranked above [A] were able to stand back up, but couldn't help but fear the ambience oozed by something or someone unknown, with those ranked [Semi-Deus] were able to stand tall and face the bloodlust head-on, but

Had they felt the bloodlust crawl on their bodies before they began to resist it, then they too, for sure, would have remained standing immobile, in horror.