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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_ · สมจริง
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Demonisation

"YOU BASTA-" A beastly roar that resembled something beyond human rumbled within the room which seemed to tremble, but merely for an instance before the voice began to pour every bit of the strength it could muster into its feet, in the attempts of lunging itself forward, but

Something ethereal dyed in pure black abruptly flashed and snapped out of the ground, and bound the voice as if warning to never let out even a pep ever again.

CLANK-!

But, the voice those shackles bound was a beast instead.

With an indomitable will that fought against fate weaved by the world, the beast bound by its neck began to stand tall,

But,

TUG-!

With a violent tug, the shackle immediately humbled it by bringing out onto its knees, while left coughing.

Still,

RAAAAAAAAAAA!!!