_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.

[[Trait: Abyssal] has assimilated into the user's exi?tenc?]

Was what Ken was able to see for a split second before his entire consciousness was flooded with [ERROR]s, millions and millions of error warning notifications rang in his mind, making him snap out of his melancholic state.

"…..I have already reached a point of no return, so…." He mumbled as he gazed at bubble of warmth which he assumed to be his mothers and melancholically smiled, "I guess this is goodbye?" He mumbled, feeling that he won't ever feel what he was feeling if he regained his consciousness as he was now.

"I love you both" He mumbled as he turned away from the warmth…..

Torture