_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.

Gazing at an woman other than themselves pouncing on Marken, gritting their teeth and crumpling their dresses were Ithil, Elfrida….. and even Jess, at an incomprehensible emotion burning within her heart.

And before any of the cadets could react to his sudden appearance, Eadwulf appeared in the middle of the now emptied arena, and "Marken, you are to stand your ground in the arena against me, for I will guide you to the path you wouldn't regret." He said with certainty as he gazed at Marken with a neutral expression.

Facing in the direction of Eadwulf's voice, Ken smirked and "That indeed seems to be the only way to get you off of my back, after all, you are being a bit too hypocritical….maybe because you truly believe you hold the power to 'guide' me to the path you believe to be right, or maybe because you have gone senile due to your old age, either way, without filter"

Unquestionable authority [Bonus Chapter]