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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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At that domineering display of might, the imposing stature of the man commanding the delegation from the Kingdom, no longer felt as imposing, while in comparison, the blue wolf, Raja's bloodied stature gained a presence that radiated far imposingly than ever.

Understanding the stance of the beast men, whom he, the envoy, believed would be quite gullible and naïve about the worldly affairs, but with that unhesitant slaughter from their side, he realised that he should be careful while negotiating with them.

Despite his fear, however, his presence still emanated in regal, as the hood of his cloak masked his expressions, while the delegation behind him had their armoured helmets helping them hide their expressions coloured in fear.

One had to understand that neither the envoy nor the deputation behind him were weak, if ranked under the Empire's common ranking format, then they would rank amongst [S-, S, S+], yet they couldn't do what Raja did.