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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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Hidden village, [High Hills]

At night.

Somewhere in the Dasiris Empire.

In an eerily dark village, named [High Hills], from where a dull image of a towering [Tower Of Sin] could be seen, people numbering in thousands were seen gathered.

The village was built in between the comparatively high hills that gave the village a beautiful wavy aesthetic, with short hanging bridges connecting a hill with another while houses were built on the slants and slopes formed by the hill(y) terrain.

In that silent, abandoned seeming village without anybody or anything roaming outside once the skies darken, every villager was seen gathered in front of a sturdy stage, currently occupied by a man with an ominous grin.

The atmosphere seemed festive, lit with bright lights and jovial but near-crazed laughter filled the air, yet everything starting from the buildings to the people inhabiting them, everything felt strangely eerie while a dark and melancholic air enveloped the village whole.