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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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The Past

WWWRRRRR....

Whirring, the crackling lightning descended down at the abruptly manifested figure of a horned demon, who had his sword raised over his.....

ZZRRRAT-!

The crackling streaks of blackened lightning got compressed to veil his sword...

Before,

In one.....fluid, unhindered, ominously mesmerising path, the raised sword descended vertically downward,

Drawing an enthralling blackened arc.....

That seemed to disappear under the night skies, only reappearing when it was right over the fallen titan.....

The blackened arc slashed into the titan, unhindered, as if an hot butter knife cutting into the block of butter.....

And, continued to travel forth, slashing into the ground until the strength behind it got drained, entirely.

SHING.....

With a slow metallic chime, the frozen world regained its law, while the darkened skies were blasted out to the sides from the force, that man had swung his sword with.