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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

The Play

"I don't know what came over me just then....." Echo mumbled as she turned face away from Ken.

Appearing right in front of her, Ken gently cupped her face by her cheek before caressing to wipe off the remnants of her tears.

"You can always come to me, if you need someone to lean on" Ken voiced, gently.

His presence felt warm and secure, making her feel as if there was somebody she could return to, of course, it merely was a fleeting thought, but currently, that was enough lay solid foundation to her newly sprouting feelings, for him.

Her tears involuntarily trickled out under his caresses, while her heart thumped frivolously yet painfully at two extreme emotions that dyed her world in both the known and unknown colours.

Two extremes pushed her the brink of collapse and before she managed to shake herself up, her soft pair of lips pressed against his.