_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.

[AN: T-T, I'll start uploading continuously starting day forth, as the thing I have been busy with has finally come to an end, though I'm a bit sick, the chapter uploads will reel out continuously, hopefully, I am sorry for the inconvenience!! T-T]

The skeleton general's bright blood red blobs of blazing eyes immediately flickered in intelligence as it burst forth;

Ulric, who was right in front the general's skull was flung away, as its eyes turned dark eerie green a mere instant later.

"DEX!!!" Ulric yelled and noticed Dex stabbing his rapier in his direction an instant before Ulric felt a burst of gentle breeze envelop his figure which descended back to the ground.

[[SKELETON GENERAL (lv:15)] has entered [Phase-II]]

[Necromancy skill: Phantom Steed] has been invoked]

The Undead Dungeon (3)