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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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276 Chs

Nelda (2) [Bonus Chapter]

A beautiful young lady walked towards the market area in the village, holding a flower basket in front of her, with both hands. Smiling at the stall owners, who involuntarily smiled upon eye contact, she walked around market area, peacefully.

"Such a beautiful young lady. Come here, little girl, I'll give you another skewer for free if you buy one!" A gentle grandfather-like man called out for Faith, while many people did the same, Faith simply bowed at them and rejected them, but she couldn't do the same due to the mouth watering fragrance from the skewers bring roasted upon the grills.

"Mmm!!! Okay, only one!!" She mumbled in a whisper and jogged towards the old man, who chuckled upon hearing her self talks, while those who heard her not-so-whisper-like whispers also chuckled.