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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 Tribes Hall

"Raja. Child, you have returned. Did you finally find enough courage to face me?" Harmonia questioned with a gentle smile as she gazed at the young wolf, who had left the tribe guilty for helping the tribe head's daughter run away from Roveri.

"Matriarch, this isn't the time fo-" Raja growled, but the Matriarch, cut him short.

"Now, now, calm down, child.

Intruders have already neared our Roveri, a land recorded only in the maps from a few decades ago, hence, they either should have arrived here without being aware of these lands, hoping to explore their discovery, or they should have came here, specifically in search for us, the beast men, with the help of the maps from a few decades ago.

If it is the former case, we ought to destroy their ship and erase every traces of their presence here,

But