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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

Monsters of [Class-S] (2)

Unbeknownst to the cadets who charged ahead towards the speck of light amidst of the misty darkness, the creature had unleashed all the skills it had been capable of in its current state, yet there remained its physical might that could easily be compared to a High Ranker; A-Rank.

Grumbling under his breath, Alfred rushed forth at the creature, quickly followed after by Brandyn and Ciandra.

"KYAHAHAHAHA!!!" A delightful and jovial, near-childlike crackle escaped Ciandra's lips, for she finally felt able to unleash the prowess she had been incapable of since her arrival to the human lands!

While with a gruff expression, Brandyn stomped forth, intending to hasten his comparatively slow pace.

Summoning his spear from his inventory, Alfred skid forth as he abruptly halted his stride, clenching his spear while also channelling his mana, he observed dense strands of water manifest and spiral forth, descending his arm to climb the spear instead.