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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?

_Eshwar_ · 现实
分數不夠
263 Chs

A Mark?

"Big brother!" Cyneric exclaimed out with a soft smile, stupefying those within the tent.

"Your Highness, I believe I no longer am your brother, the bond you still believe in was broken decades ago when the royal family was slaughtered by my hands and I left the Zazia" The voice under the hood claimed.

"Hahaha, relationships aren't that easily broken brother, even more so when you decided everything on your own and left me in that Palace marred with blood, how selfish of you" Cyneric stated with a smile.

And it was only then the voice's tone changed, "I-"

"Let's stop this now, brother, it's all in the past" Cyneric waved his hand as he turned to retreat back to his seat.

"Anyway, how come you decided to visit me so abruptly, didn't you leave Zazia?" Cyneric asked as he casually sat on the throne.

"....."