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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
284 Chs

Attack

There were a few things the self proclaimed Edwin knew but wasn't ready to acknowledge them as facts.

Fayre getting hurt only made Edwin frown, but he actually felt nothing about her getting hurt, after all, it was her fault for not being on guard when the situation clearly asked her to, and getting hurt was the most natural thing at that moment. But, the reason he reacted the way he did was because he knew what his reaction should be as her boyfriend, hence he got himself angry and hurled his axe at her opponent to separate him from her.

Every time something happened to those around him, he felt something scratch that strange empty feeling within him and that was it; how he came to be like that, he didn't know, but what he did know but refused accept was the fact that there was something wrong with him.