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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 Undead Dungeon (2)

Shattered skulls, skeleton limbs, armours, weapons, and dust was being scattered around while a pair of men and a woman ran rampant in a seemingly naturally formed underground cavity.

The figures mentioned were none other than Dex, Edwin, and Fleta, who heard what Edwin said and were now running rampant.

Dex used his rapier to continuously stab and the skeleton joints which were being forced to come loose or just shatter outright, and it wasn't long before he began to employ his wind elemental mana to cover his sword.

By the looks of it, Dex seemed to be at a [Mana Blade] stage from the dense layer of wind attributed mana over his rapier but the actuality couldn't be anymore far off. What it instead was a basic spell, [Air Burst]; the only difference was that he had wrapped the spell around his rapier since his spell range was shorter, the reason as to why that was case was something only Dex knew.