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WeaponThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of Crocus, the capital of Fiore. Zerutod, a young man with silver hair cascading messily around his face and sightless pale lavender eyes, walked with purpose through the flowery city. His military-style outfit billowed behind him, the black trench coat swaying gently with each step. Despite his blindness, Zerutod moved with a grace and confidence that belied his disability. Using his keen sense of electroreception, Zerutod navigated the crowded streets effortlessly, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of the katana at his side. Passersby parted before him, some casting curious glances at the sight of a blind man traveling alone. But Zerutod paid them no mind, his mind focused on the journey ahead. His ultimate destination lay in Astera, a coastal town known for its picturesque beauty and tranquil shores. Zerutod had heard whispers of a powerful artifact hidden within the town's depths, one that could shift the balance of power in the realm of magic. With his time magic and deadly skills honed through years of training, Zerutod knew he was the only one capable of retrieving the artifact and ensuring it didn't fall into the wrong hands. As he made his way out of Crocus, the city walls loomed overhead, their imposing presence a stark reminder of the world beyond.
Zerutod's heart thrummed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, knowing that the journey ahead would test not only his physical abilities but also his resolve and cunning. The road stretched out before him, winding its way through lush forests and rolling hills, leading Zerutod ever closer to his destiny. With each step, the air seemed to hum with anticipation, a silent promise of the challenges and triumphs that awaited him in Astera. And so, with a steady determination in his heart and the echoes of his past guiding his every move, Zerutod set forth on his journey, ready to face whatever obstacles stood in his way and emerge victorious. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faintest hint of a future filled with magic, danger, and the untold mysteries of the world waiting to be unravel
Zerutod's heart thrummed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, knowing that the journey ahead would test not only his physical abilities but also his resolve and cunning. The road stretched out before him, winding its way through lush forests and rolling hills, leading Zerutod ever closer to his destiny. With each step, the air seemed to hum with anticipation, a silent promise of the challenges and triumphs that awaited him in Astera. And so, with a steady determination in his heart and the echoes of his past guiding his every move, Zerutod set forth on his journey, ready to face whatever obstacles stood in his way and emerge victorious. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faintest hint of a future filled with magic, danger, and the untold mysteries of the world waiting to be unravel
