_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.

Fortunately for Mithrandir, Ken wasn't using his earring's effect, else he wouldn't even be able to tell where Ken was.

Before Mithrandir regained his bearings, Ken struck and the former could only defend purely out of instinct, he had honed in life and death situations.

From the front and from the sides, a slash followed after another quickly began to corner Mithrandir, who could hardly follow after Ken's shadow which had only gotten harder to keep up with since it was still night, hence Mithrandir could do nothing but defend against the offence.

Chapter 7: Nullifying Void