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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

Unclear emotions.

SHCUP-!

With a strange sound, the straightened arc that was moving in a blur, cut through the demonized, carrying a strong spurt of dark crimson blood which splattered on the ground riddled in cuts and slashes, before the arc dissipated into nothing soon after.

After a few seconds of ghastly silence, the demonized, which was cut into pieces, began to split piece by piece as it splattered on the ground where a pool of blood was seen flooding.

[Trainees will be teleported out of the artificial space after ten minutes of time allocated for recovery]

[00:09:59]

Hearing the announcement, cheers or sighs of reliefs were expected, but not even a pep was let out.

STEP-!

Marken, the trainee, responsible for ending the incident without any casualties began to walk back towards the immobile young woman, who was yet to be teleported out of the artificial space.