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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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Holy Kingdom

Within a matter of minutes, they returned one after the other and regrouped, the hoods of a few was marred in blood and of those that had dispersed two hooded figures returned together but it wasn't the time for questions nor did they seem too affected by it as the figure that had remained with the slaves took out a meter long and wide scroll and ripped it in half.

A large magic circle manifested beneath their feet and teleported them away from the forest.

Seconds later, two more hooded figures returned to the spot and looked around in confusion before one of them took out a scroll that was exactly the same as the open that one them had ripped in half earlier.

Another magic circle manifested beneath their feet and teleported them away to the location set in the scroll.