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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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Weakness

Starla had immediate walked through the space to enter Ken's training hall, the moment his killing intent flared out of him,

And,

As to not alert the whole Academy, she flared her own mana to veil the room and hide his killing intent that had made her feet run cold.

She then observed those changes occurring over his blood-drenched figure that laid in an inanimate state, until he opened his demonized eyes to glare at her.

His moments weren't something she could follow after from the instant he opened his eyes, but it was only because she was caught off guard at his new change, else it would have been entirely different.

For she was the strongest, currently.

Or so she believed.

Still,

As soon as she caught the glimpse of his figure, her senses locked onto him and she snapped her figures to change locations.

Arriving at a plains that had stretched far and wide, Starla and Ken faced each other.