_Eshwar_

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?

The Blind Swordsman.

[... because you all knew that this was the kind of situation the academy was actually preparing your kids for…..] Eadwulf exclaimed with his voice amplified with mana, but his words got stuck in his throat when a strangely coercive aura drowned him.

The feeling disappeared almost instantly before the mana in the atmosphere shuddered; but, once again, the strange happening disappeared by the next instance, making him and many mana sensitive people in the crowd frown in confusion.

Ignoring his sensitive senses which seemed have been fake alarmed, Eadwulf continued on with his words.

It was exactly at that moment, Mark's consciousness returned to reality as his senses burst forth and enveloped everything around, unrestrained yet limited to a 10 meters range.

Comprehension. (2)