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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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Tower's Creator?

The instance the system reclaimed its protection over the assimilated world, Earth, there formed a gap in its chain of protective commands. Over the hollow peaks of the [Tower Of Sins] on Earth, a faint trace of light manifested in between that hollow depths where an planet itself seemed to have merged within, and shot out at twice the speed of light, escaping through the gap formed in the system, which closed an instant later.

The shot out faint trace of light read the locative data of the tower on that assimilated world, Earth, quickly flashed to an entirely new, independent dimension and disappeared immediately after.

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On a world blanketed with dense green verdure vegetation, its inhabitants lived their adventurous yet monotonous lives with great vigour. Its inhabitants, Dradvils, as they called themselves, had common pure white hair, differing eye colours, pale complexion, with thick inches wide tail that resembled a dragon's.