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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_ · Realista
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283 Chs

Nelda

The meeting soon began as they began to talk about their own guild's goals and connections they formed recently with other organisations that had enough potential to become a part of their guild upon merging. They also spoke about the recent investments they did towards their own guild members, while holding onto many information that'd be more beneficial to themselves if hidden.

Of course, the vice-guild master of the guild, [Hall Of Fame], had a neutral look on his face that depicted that he and his guild knew of what they, the other guild masters hid, while inwardly he also judged whether the unveiled information about their investments to be true or if they were only saying that for the sake of it.