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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_ · Realistis
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276 Chs

All she needed.

Standing at the attention of the crowd surrounding her was Ela, in front of her was Everly Worthame, the daughter of Baron Worthame, whom she was sold, for 20 Golds.

Currently, she was getting yelled at, it wasn't that bad but it got worse and worse as the crowd gathered.

Unfortunately for Ela, as she walked out of the training grounds, not wanting to disturb her childhood friend, Marken, she stumbled across the Baron' daughter, Everly Worthame, who was nothing short for an immature brat, but her case was so worse that she knew nothing except for flaunting her father's wealth and letting her anger her the best of her, in all times.

While Ela pondered about Marken-----whom her current feelings weren't firm enough, but were enough to make her depend on him if times got worse for her now that she reunited with him; the immature brat from the Barony picked on her.