_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.

With a snap of Eadwulf's fingers, the participants were teleported out of the platform which then began to float a few meters over the ground, before it split into 125 different pieces and returned to how it was before they were connected to each other for the Battle Royale.

In the resting room, trainees from [Class-S] soon gathered, with Fayre being the most agitated one, and without waiting for the others she shot forward, towards Edwin as soon as she saw him. The instance he saw her, his expressionless expression crumbled and he smiled softly with a wince.

The first thing Fayre did the instance she reached him was to grab his wrist to look at his busted and bleeding knuckles while her eyes turned moist, thinking it was because of her stupidly agreeing to his bet, but by the next instance, her guilt died out and anger surged her mind.

I'm the strongest