_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.

Walking towards the examiner, Dexter stumbled and fell forward with a cute yelp, quickly garnering all the attention in the room, before he embarrassedly stood back onto his feet, dusted off his knees as he walked towards the examiner, whom almost everybody in the room were glaring at as if he was the one at fault for Dexter stumbling.

The examiner, who also wanted to help that innocent child back onto his feet, held himself back as he couldn't afford to show anybody any kinds of favours according the condition he joined the adventurers guild, that was why he stopped himself, but he whined when everybody in the room glared at him.

Having observed the happenings, 'Th-this is the power of the trap!!' Edwin exclaimed inwardly.

"P-please take care of me!" Dexter exclaimed as he took a rapier from his inventory, held it near his waist as his right grip rested over the hilt and immediately after, his entire demeanour changed.

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