_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: I do apologise for not uploading much chapters as I am running around for some personal things, since this week has called for many events that I didn't know existed.]

Ken shuddered uncontrollably under that relentless downpour of lightning over him, while it didn't hurt much, it rendered him incapable of moving as he intended to, hence it was far annoying than pain.

'For a fucking droplet of blood!?' He roared inwardly.

"Just how much blood should I spill to express my anger then!!!?" He roared, causing his surroundings to tremble.

Another heavy bolt of lightning struck him,

A thin pure black line abruptly manifested over his sword gripped palm.

Another soon manifested positioned randomly next to the previous line.