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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
275 Chs

Cuthbert

Years ago.

Eleanor, who was still a young lovable little girl, her world full of energy, entirely bright, and fluffy visited her uncle, whom she hadn't met ever since her past birthday.

Giggling brightly she sneaked around within the Northern east branch of the Holy Temple, believing that she had hid perfectly from the eyes of adults, who played along with her little game and pretended as if they were unaware of her little presence.

She would often get distracted with every newer flower and butterfly before remembering that she wasn't there to play, but instead had sneaked in instead, thus hiding once again while those around her chuckled at her antics.

Then,

Sneaking into the temple she was familiar with, she searched for her uncle, whom she intended to give a scare to.

But,

Unfortunately for her, the one to receive a scare was her.

"..... the paladins are refusing to ally with our men, if this goes on we'll have to...."