_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.

A beautiful silver haired young woman with purplish pink irises and '+'-shaped pupils on her soft yet cold facial features were seen darkening by every passing second, as her head faced up at an horrifying scene that got etched onto her very consciousness as if to create a traumatic and an unforgettable memory, with her naivety being in the blame for whatever it was she was witnessing.

Following her line of sight, an horrifying scene could be seen, which would for sure remain in one's memory for as long as they lived.

A petite, naked, undeveloped body of an young little girl was seen gazing down at the beautiful silver haired young woman. The little girl's face had blood streaming out from the newly formed, three pairs of eyes on her cheekbones, that were nothing alike a human's.

[Tower Master]