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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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"What are you doing? Don't you know that my personification had already brought them to knees quite a few times? You got to be creative if you want to bring forth the results you want" GOD said with a slight tease that didn't go unnoticed by Jessy, who felt happy that he was at least expressing himself as such.... but,

"EH!? Bu-but, but…..Haaa….." She still wanted to retort, but couldn't find any proper words, hence with a deep sigh, she glanced back at GOD, her master with round misty puppy eyes, as if asking for a little help.

"You….. are such a handful….." GOD mumbled, shaking his head.

And,

SNAP-!

With a snap, every single soul within the capital Deron was brought to a void black space where nothing except for their own faint sounds of breathing lingered in the nonexistent air for a few seconds, before a sense of uneasiness and fear crept up their feet as a shiver cruised down their spines, causing them to tremble heavily.