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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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Collision.

Fleta, who had been attacking the demonized, suddenly felt a blunt impact slam at her left.

BAM!

CRACK-!

"Guhk….." A groan escaped her mouth an instance before her body was sent flying.

BOOM-!

She collided against a tree and slumped on the ground with a broken shoulder and internal wounds. She gritted her teeth as she tried to stand back up, but was unable to as her spine also seemed to have sustained a significant amount of damage.

Seeing this, the demonized beast rushed at her immobile body and leapt into mid-air, planning to kill its prey in one strong stomp.

As the massive and heavy body of the demonized descended, the crowd gasped in anxiousness and stopped breathing for a brief moment, intently gazing at the scene as they hoped to catch a glimpse of the magic circle manifesting beneath the young beast-men's body.

This was the time when the teleportation spell should have been triggered, but

No.

There was none.