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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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Edwin(s)

The whole village was in a state of shock as they were rendered unable to think of anything but merely stand still and gaze around, dumbfounded. Their eyes were met with ruins of structures they were unfamiliar with, the mana in the place was so weak that they felt that it wouldn't be weird if mana just went 'puff' and disappeared entirely.

They had difficulties in breathing as the unfamiliar and unhygienic air stung their nostrils and lungs, their sights blurred, ears rung, and tongue went numb as they felt bloated and thought they'd burst.

They were then forced onto their knees as they clutched their throats and gasped for fresh air, the mana their village had brought along and disappeared a moment later, hence they couldn't anything but struggle to breath.