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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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The space beyond

"Wind mages ready your [Tier-2: Gale] spells!"

"Six tanks at the forefront!!"

"12 tanks behind them, a pair supporting each from behind."

"As soon as the tanks get knocked back, you will push forth and share the impact. Use everything you have if you have to but make sure the vanguards don't fall! Are there any difficulties in understanding my commands!?" Ken asked, and an affirmative response voiced in unison rang within the space instantly, yet attentively,

"No, sir!!"

"Good!"

"Fire mages, use bows and arrows, avoid using fire spells as much as you can, for as long as you can!"

"Yes, sir!"

They didn't know how, nor why, but currently, under his commands, they felt confident....

Not that they'd win, no.

But,

That they'd not go down without a fight.