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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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At the centre of the crowd's attention were a pair of men, whose moments couldn't be followed after with naked eyes at their current levels, even so, they couldn't look away from the shadowy figures who were flickering in and out of existence as if it was nothing.

All they, the crowd within the training hall, could hear were ear piercing sounds of something extremely sharp scraping over something hard and metallic.

But, in the eyes of a few, who could barely follow the moments and manoeuvres made by the pair, were rendered speechless because they knew how strong the Academy's Chairman, Eadwulf Woottone was, even more so after the [1st Awakening] when almost everybody had a forceful breakthrough to their next levels.

Hence, they knew that Eadwulf was far stronger than what they had imagined, but…..

Now that they could see somebody fight toe to toe with someone like that, they were rendered speechless.

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