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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

Welcome back home

Having heard of the fact that there was a party Ken would have to join, as Thorley would introduce him and the now found daughter of his, to the whole Holy Kingdom on an auspicious day, which just happened to be a few days before the Inter school competition, which Ken most probably wouldn't be able to attend on the first day.

Hearing the news, Ken immediately departed to the Holy Kingdom, after assigning a few tasks to Echo.

There still are a few days till the party, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to rest once in a while, or so was the reason Thorley gave Ken, while asking him to 'return' in haste.

'It wouldn't be a bad idea to learn and observe the training and cultivation methods of the paladins there, while I'm at it.....' Ken thought while leaving.

Agreeing to the invitation, Ken hung up the dial orb and proceeded to don his glasses before lunging himself out of the window of his dorm.