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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

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Starla flashed to reappear by Ken's side while her recovered blackish purple divinity flared to take on the form of a sword which was immediately swung down at Ken's neck, with the intention of beheading him and getting over him for this life.

But,

HALT-!

She halted as soon as blood trickled out of his neck from a centimetre deep cut.....

She remained indifferent while she gazed down at him, coldly, seemingly contemplating whether to end the headache before it grew even stronger, but

"..... The only reason I'm letting you live is because you are more useful alive" Starla said, why she voiced her thoughts was unknown, but questions questioning whether it was merely to assure herself or whether she merely was reasoning her actions surfaced in her own mind too, but at the end of it,

It didn't change her decision to 'keep' him alive for now.

DHRRRRRRRRR...