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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_ · Politique et sciences sociales
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Daddy_Darkness' return

Facing up at the woman, Ken merely smiled before loosening his grip around her neck and walked away from her, since a presence which was far powerful his own swirled over the [Dreams Academy]. Maybe because the woman too felt that presence, she had stopped throwing nonsensical questions at him.

And, as for the reason Ken conversed so honestly was unknown, but upon connecting his behaviour with that annoying pain within his hollowed out heart which constantly thumped pangs, Ken assumed that 'That woman must have done something, she's the reason those honest words rolled out of my tongue so smoothly…..' And in a world of magic, anything was possible so it wasn't that weird…..

Nor was he at fault for thinking so, since things like that hadn't happened, ever since he reincarnated in Miorus.

Or so his thoughts wandered, before he focused back on the new glitched notifications.....

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