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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

Reasoning?

In a forest terrain, where everything was trees, bushes, and grass for all the eyes could see.

In the middle of such a seemingly dense forest stood a group of men and women; 84 of men, and 23 women, but among the group, the one who drew the aggro was a golden blonde haired young man, who was none other than Edwin De Youngee, who stood with his axes readied.

"You, why have you challenged us!?"

"From what I have known, none of us have offended anybody, at least as a guild, neither do you seem to have had any unpaid grudges against our guild; what is your motive!?"

"Do our guild members seem like pushovers to you?"

"What's with this nonsense?"

"Rather isn't it one of us, who should be challenging you for a death match, for having killed one of our guild members?"

"Though that guy, Bruno did wander off of a path which we delude ourselves to be the correct one, you do not have the right to execute him!"