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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

"No, no, no, no." Ivan's voice trembled, panic gripping him as he stared at his trapped foor. At first glance, it seemed certain that his leg had been rendered useless. A wave of stubbornness, however, surged through him.

He attempted to pull his leg free, but to his horror, he did not receive any feedback from the leg. It was as if the leg wasn't there, foreign to the rest of his body.

He leaned his upper body forward and tried to lift the rubble off his leg. His efforts prove futile, as the rubble was to big and heavy for him to even move.

After a few rounds of fruitless attemps, Ivan's back collapsed on the stone floor again in exasperation. Nothing he had tried worked out, and it seemed like he would be trapped there for a long time, at least till someone discovered him.

While Ivan lay defeated on the ground, exhausted, a certain idea suddenly popped in his head. 'It- it should work?' Ivan thought, a glimmer of hope brightening his expression.

Lifting the rubble