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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

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BANG!!

With a loud boom, a green haired and blueish green eyed man in his thirties punched at the abruptly concentrated gust of wind, but he remained seated as he gazed down at his daughter being attacked in an humiliating manner with force he could analyse and understand its lethality, but since Eadwulf didn't react, he let it be for now.

'Tsk, useless child!' He, Grant Von Hollandse, Fayre's father, cursed in his mind. Though he didn't really feel that bad about her getting attacked, nor would he care if she died, he had to put up a façade of being a caring father hence he acted as if outraged, which he indeed was but for matters that didn't really concern Fayre's wellbeing, but instead his worries were about his and his household's reputation.