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He lost his home, he lost his only friend, he was cursed to roam the lands alone, to be shunned by society, haunted by memories of what he once had. 

Then his eyes suddenly opened, and everything became clear, he could see all, nothing could hide from his gaze, it seemed like he had been blessed by the heavens, or could it have been a curse?

Navigating a conflict-torn world, filled with deceit and lies, war and honour, he comes to discover what is hidden beneath its surface, secrets hidden under the veil, truths that were never true.

As his journey unfolds, his findings reveal that his newfound eyes carry a much deeper secret, and he soon finds himself entangled in a web of ancient danger beyond his imagination.

Follow the journey of the vagabond, Ivander Rostov Marquez.

{A/N: This is purely a work of fiction and imagination, while there might be some familiar elements related to real life, it is not meant to offend anyone or push any negative agenda and is just meant for entertainment purposes.}

The Vagabond's Gaze

"I'll shove you and your apologies to your grave, old man." Ludwig responded angrily to the elderly man. His eyes shone with a chilling light, as tendrils of lightning began to crackle and snake across his body.

"Just like I thought, Tholaria indeed don't have the guts nor what it takes to invade us alone. You all have formed this alliance to Invade us, not surprisingly so. Now you all think it would be enough to bring us down?"

"Well let me tell you. You are all gravely mistaken." Ludwig said as he took a step forward, his presence magnifying to a nauseating degree. The lightning coating his body intensified so much, he almost looked like a figure of lightning.

'This really won't be easy,' The elderly man thought to himself in silence as he brought his hands together. 'I never expected it to be anyways.' He thought as his hands suddenly became a blur.

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