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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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Ghost

Hills higher than those commonly seen were set ablaze by glaring bright flames that refused to be blown out even by the powerful gusts of winds that blew over and through the blazing hills as if saddened by the despairing plight befell on the previously harmonious and lively village, whose traces of which were now reduced to ashes.

AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

A despair dyed howl of beast that had abandoned its humility resounded and reached kilometres away from the burning hills, but the plain fields were stretched more than a few kilometres wide hence the roar was heard by none nor were the flames seen by any.

BOOM-!

With an unbridled boom of an explosion, an entire hill exploded into massive chunks of land that shot out everywhere, while the burning remains of the previously inhabited homes of the people slaughtered, were flung away mercilessly.

CRUMBLE-!

BAM-!

BANG-!