_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.

Four hundred and thirty people soon found themselves in an underground cavity that held no other way except for them to move forward. And four hundred and twenty nine people walked into the only available path, senselessly, while a purplish pink haired young woman stood behind, fascinated by the glimmering, floating grid line over her wrist.

The young woman was none other than Faith, whose appearance altering spell dissipated as the space fluctuated around her and teleported her somewhere underground.

Series of sharp footsteps trickled her ears, but she didn't care as she was strong enough to do so. She began introspecting and realized that she wouldn't be able to retain any more of her human-like pretence no matter what she did from now on, since the connection between her and her actual nature was forever strengthened.

[Gate] (2)