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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?

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Because it’s fun

With the [Map] function in every status window, travelling was far easier as they 'unlocked' areas that helped them in remembering the areas they had once been to. Hence travelling hadn't been that difficult of a job having explored the area once.

But, in Edwin's case, having never been outside of the academy since his arrival, everything felt new, but the game he played was virtually real, hence he remembered most of the locations of Miorus, as such, he knew where he had to go first.

Outside the gates, to his right hand side was a stable that rented and sold horses, that was the first location he had in mind upon reaching the outside world!

Walking towards the stable with Dex and Fleta, he spoke to the stable master, planning to buy three horses, "Eh? Why? I can just run?" Fleta said, confused as to why they needed horses, couldn't they just run?

"Fl-Fleta, you can run for kilometres without getting tired?" Dec asked.