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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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284 Chs

The Truth?

A day before Ela's disappearance.

At the evening, Cuthbert reached the Holy Temple, where he was grandly welcoming, hung over his lips was a benevolent smile as he strode forth, greeted His Holiness, Thorley Felscylla, his brother, formally, before he was guided to the room assigned to him, kindly.

After resting for a hour or so, Cuthbert wandered all over the Holy Temple, meeting a few acquaintances here and there before roaming around the Temple gardens with a kind and benevolent smile, that upheld his image, since not many of the people who knew of the him from the past were still alive to tell the tale.

Of course, one man from 'the past' remained and he was none other than his own brother, Thorley, but from how he, Cuthbert, was greeted and welcomed, it seemed as if Thorley was still in the dark of the everything that had unfolded in the past.