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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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World’s End

Words without a voice lingered within a slender throat which gulped at that sense of parchedness within, creaking at the words that wanted to leave those pair of lips which were being nibbled upon.

The mess, which her mind currently was, thrashed in search of words capable enticing a similarly voiced words that would call forth a lighter mood unlike the awkward one which had currently settled in between, thanks to her silence.

With a nerve-racking flood of questions instead of thoughts, her face contorted in worry upon that intensive search for words to be given voice to while in presence of that illusive existence of a man in front of her.

As if inconsiderate for her plight, "Lady Starla, would you like to explore the world's end with me?" GOD asked with a soft smile, as if asking for a relaxing walk in the park.

BA-THUMP-!

Starla's heart sank at that abrupt proposal to walk to the world's end with him, but.....