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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

The fall.....

An eerie silence descended upon the demonized man who could only find himself scratching the back of his head, awkwardly.

The man was none other than Ren.

Standing within the pitch black dome that rendered him blind, Ren could only, "Ha, ha, ha...." Laugh awkwardly at his clumsy and simple mistake.

Though rendered incapable of seeing, Ren didn't really seem to be flustered as he unsheathed the double edged sword hung by his waist as he soon unclipped the sheath too.

SILENCE...

Ominousness, might be the right word, but he didn't really give it a thought to describe the current plight.

FLICK...

With an inverted grip, the sword's handle faced the top as he raised it at his right with a flicker of his arm, and immediately,

TING-!

A dull metallic chime trickled his ears, yet visibly unbothered, he waved his arm in an anticlockwise arc to his left side,

TING-!

PING-!

WHOOSH-!