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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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A Delegation from the Kingdom

Seen seated on the mat were a pair of men, their eyes closed as they sat cross legged in front of the other.

At Harmonia's right was, Knox, the Lion Chieftain, radiating a fierce yet regal presence that rippled to cape around him.

His hair resembled the golden yet darker brown mane of a lion, shimmering like polished gold in comparison with his darker bronze skin complexion, while cute semi circular ears peered out of his mane like hair. Across his flank and face, scars from battles past told stories of his fierce resilience and unwavering determination.

With deep brown pupils within those ringed black irises that layered a few millimetres away from its pupils, his eyes rippled in a regal glint as he turned to face in the direction of that insignificant presence within the Hall.

Staring into those crimson irises of the blue wolf, who faced down and around nervously, while being stared at by the chieftain of the Golden Mane Tribe,