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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?

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A battle between the [Lesser Gods]

Beorhtric blinked away from the spot and reappeared a few hundreds of meters away from his previous spot, with his head still over his shoulders, but

STING....

"URCKH...." He grunted, facing down at the horizontal slash—slightly tilted up.

Hidden under the attack aimed at his neck was another attack that struck his abdomen, cutting through his mana armour, which seemed to be weakly made and needed more work, but it wasn't so in the least, since his mana veil had defended against almost all the strength poured into the slash, which was enough to cut Beorhtric in half, if not for the mana veil enveloping him.

Once again, removing the residential mana in the cut, Beorhtric focused on the now split slash that remained in travel. Calculating the distance and angle, Beorhtric knew that it wouldn't hit him so he shifted his focus to Huxley, who had disappeared from sight.