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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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Titan (2)

Contrary to his roar, his sword did little to no damage to the ankle of the titan, yet as if he knew the outcome, he didn't weaver and merely leapt back, for he knew that he had drawn the aggro of the titan, who presumably wouldn't let him off so easily....

But,

Unlike that assumed outcome, the titan's curiosity seemed to have eased immediately after the collision, thus it didn't give him even an huff of attention there forth, as it merely turned to once again destroying the tremoring lands.

BOOOOOOOOOM-!

And immediately,

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-!

Yet another reverberating impact, rippled out, causing the knights to cautiously hold their ground.

While the current commander, who just landed back onto his feet, let his senses gauge the state of every knight under his command.

A few had fallen onto their armoured rear, a few were seen helping those fallen, while the rest remained alert, awaiting his commands, understanding which,