_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.

<p>"Th-this wasn't the fight I h-had in mind!!" Thistle yelped and pushed herself away from Marken as Eadwulf and Allura, who just materialized in the training grounds, heard. </p>

<p>Thistle, Eadwulf, and Allura curiously gazed at each other; Thistle abruptly turned away remembering something while her back faced the chairman of the academy and his disciple, as she readjusted her clothes and hair before turning back to face them; in the meantime, Allura wiped away her tears, crushed and swallowed the candy in her mouth, and stood a step behind Eadwulf as if nothing had happened, forgetting her puffy eyelids and her muffled hiccups. </p>

Bloodlust [Bonus Chapter]