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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_ · realistisch
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276 Chs

Calm, cold.....and indifferent

Clouds rippled out at his roar of defiance; beasts, monsters, demonized, humans, and the likes—everybody within Miorus heard his roar; whether it was an echo or a hum, they heard it, and cowered in fear, as an incomprehensible huff of defiance burned within their hearts and dissipated immediately after.

Following after his roar,

ROOOOOOAAAAARRRR-!

A world deafening roar of that Asian Dragon, who had instilled the element of horror and reverence within those on Miorus, re-manifested out of nothingness and dove down into the world, which it had once caused chaos within by merely existing around it.

At the speed of light, the Asian Dragon shot down, shrinking in size by the second until it resembled nothing more than a snake with a majestic moustache; coiling around Ken's right arm, it merged into his arm, resembling a dense inked tattoo, with its head glaring at the world from his knuckles.