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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

The following morning. Pafos, Capital city of Solama

In the heart of Pafos, stood an imposing structure, the House of Sovereignty, a grand, formal building that served as the seat of Solama's political and royal affairs.

Its towering marble columns framed the entrance, with intricate engravings and decorations adorning the exterior walls. Inside, the air was thick with tension, the atmosphere reflecting the gravity of a certain news that had just been heard.

People hurried about with tense expressions etched in their faces, their steps hurried but purposeful, as if driven by an invisible force of urgency. Courtiers and officials moved about with barely-contained anxiety, whispering among themselves.

Asides the shock from the unexpected news, the people in the building were also tense for another reason. The king of the nation, King Solomon Jacquers himself was expected to be around today, a rare occurrence that heightened the anxiety of everyone

The Solaman King