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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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Like an undead

"Ukhaaaaaa!!!" A woman with a 4 inch deep, horizontal cut on her abdomen screeched like a siren in anguish, while the young man responsible for her pain rushed at her, leapt off of the ground and kicked the left side of her head and pressed forward until her head was slammed into the ground with a loud 'BAM', making her unconscious.

"Do not attack me from the back" Edwin mumbled lightly as he gazed at the guild members surrounding him, coldly.

'Every body here is at least an E rank, they may also rank E+ like me, but the difference between our skills is obviously wide with there being no way for them to even be close enough to defeat me, but….. their numbers make things troublesome….. rank-E mages aren't of much significance, except for granting boosts in the abilities of the others, while E rank damage dealers with their abilities boosted do not pose much threat, E+ ranks do…..' Edwin analysed.