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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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Overbearing Variables

A authentically sophisticated two storey store of the medieval ages...

Or so was supposed to be standing on the spot where there now existed a ruin.

The ground beneath what stood were charred and cracked, anything incapable of growth thereafter; gradually, the areas were inhabited with abandoned structures, which were still barely standing buildings.

Upon glancing at his right, everything that met Edwin's eye were pitch black charred lands, of what were supposed to be structures and buildings from the medieval ages.

And at a distance, where a extravagant and humongous mansion of his cash cow was supposed to stand tall and proud, a towering mountainous boulder hosted the center of those charred lands, and a glance was enough for Edwin to identify that charred boulder as an asteroid, even though he hadn't witnessed an actual asteroid.