_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.

Everything swayed whenever he did, dual ethereal forms of those physical objects in front of him moved while he found it hard to even find his own balance at his abrupt illusive reality.

Painful pangs thumped within his head, which heated up in a matter of seconds while trying to embed that illusive information into his common sense that denied every bit of it.

Gritting his teeth at that pain without a reason, Ken let out muffled grunts before he forced a strange grin that immediately morphed to resemble a soft yet kind smile as an ominous positivity emanated from his short stature.

The reason behind his smile didn't probe far as he merely thought that he shouldn't show his pain, if he didn't want to hurt his illusive family that smiled whenever he did.

Not wanting to find an answer for that question, he smiled.

The Start of the Consequences (2)