_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: Hello people, today is my birthday and you are all invited to an e-celebration]

Tens of bullets were fired at the entrance, but the man within had already hid behind the wall, out of their sights.

Ken immediately stuck his back to the wall after firing two shots, still, it was unfortunate that his ears rang from that resounded bangs lingering within the room, rendering him incapable of hearing those nearing the room he hid in.

He scooted to the side of the entrance and peered out slightly, enough to get a sight of the figures, from whom that shadowy essence emanated.

Ken fired the last four bullets, three hit the mark, one missed, but Ken, uncaring for the happenings, immediately manoeuvred while parting the gun and the mag to throw at the missed target.

Surprise motherffff....[R-18]