"The Sword That Killed Reality"

The 13th Lesson

My master's training method was simple: survive.

When he threw me into the Fractured Gorge - where space itself had been sliced by the ancient war - I learned why they called it "the blade that cuts both ways." Every step forward meant bleeding from wounds that didn't exist on my body, but on someone else's.

On day thirteen, I found the source: a sword embedded in a stone, its edge shimmering between existence and nothingness. Touching it flooded my mind with visions:

A peasant wielding it to erase his village from taxation records

A general using it to sever his army's fear

A lover cutting away her own grief

Then came the final vision: my master, centuries younger, plunging this same sword into his own reflection. The moment I understood, the gorge collapsed around me.

🗨️ Discussion :
If you could "cut away" one abstract concept (fear, time, gravity), what would have the most devastating consequences?