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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_ · 現実
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276 Chs

Abhor.

A young woman with short shoulder length hair dyed in pear green colour gradually began to feel the changes in the air. Her petite build which had been trembling since the demonized exerted its aura, began to tremble even more violently.

Her name was Fayre Von Hollandse, of the Hollandse Duchy. She was known for her sweet and timid personality in the "High Society," which is of course, ruled by women.

Seeing how her petite figure was trembling, hearts of many men would undoubtedly be broken, after all she excluded a vibe that made men want to protect her.

At that moment, the demonized beast which tried to speak out its first words turned to gaze at her, making many men worry about her safety and curse at their own helplessness as they gazed at her trembling like a wet puppy in rain.

All-while,

'Fuck!!!!' She cursed extremely unlady-like inwardly.

After all, not every "mask" displayed in the social world is their actual face.