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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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God Of Darkness

In the throne room where eerie silence reigned.

The man gazed down at the man trembling on his knees at the pain Jessy brought by intruding his soul and taking away more than ¾ of soul's essence to make herself stronger.

Jess' mere presence had the worshippers kneeling on the ground when the man and the fairy had manifested into the throne room out of nowhere as if to respond to their calls, but though kowtowing, due to the man, they believed to be their God, not even having a presence they had their own dissatisfactions in their hearts, but they chose to hide it within themselves unlike the trembling man, as they chest tried to understand the situation before acting out, after all, an existence that they all kneeled to was asking that man for his permission before she acted on anything.

"Hmm…. Maybe I should clarify myself first…." The man then spoke, immediately gaining the kowtowing worshippers' attention.