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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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With Ciandra's disappointment came Erica's chance to fight and without even needing to have called out for her, Erica jumped onto the arena with strange mechanics attached to her arms, legs, and back.

Thanks to their heavy and intricate structure, the arms beneath her elbow were disproportionately bigger in contrast with her petite figure but she didn't really seem to be struggling with the weights.

The gadgets she created seemed aesthetically…..beautiful(?).

Even though dense wires which could or should not be stuffed into the gadgets were hanging out of them, they created quite an appropriate aesthetic with those heavy mechanical parts.