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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_ · Real
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Re-Awakening

Life, of the kind different from the one he had walked in his current life unfolded for his now perfect vision.

Yet, the part where he was blinded, remained the same.

Instead of being left alone to die, he was made a slave; who supposedly had to slave away for his entire life.

But,

With an [Abyssal] talent,

That enslaving restraints were broken off far sooner than not.

Yet, different kinds of restraints had bound him in that den of slaves; where even he had to mine at least a few tens of usable mana crystals to earn a meal.

He was made a brother.

A son.

A friend.

A god father.

A teacher.

A student.

By the people; slaves, around him, who ultimately left him as days passed.

Their will to liberate themselves of slavery,

Became his.

His own will was forgotten,