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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

After hearing the dismissive voice of the soldier, Ivan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, a wave of relief washing over him. His heart was still pounding, the adrenaline from almost being caught coursing through his veins. Had he been caught, he was fully prepared to take drastic measures, thankfully it didn't come to that.

His mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed within him, something he didn't yet understand.

After relaxing a bit, his face turned serious. 'They just ignored me like that. Isn't that a bit irresponsible?' he thought. The soldiers had just heard a sound coming from an area that could signify a potential survivor, but they just waved it off so casually.

The search for food