A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
The redness spread all across space and moons began to quiver before it shrunk by half.
The abyssal soldiers dazedly rolled to their feet and gripped their weapons tight.
"Kill!" Archduke Samaron's words were an order to both the army and the level 9s.
The army, despite the terrifying experience they'd just been through, charged forward.
From the corner of their eyes, they saw Varian, illusioned and frozen in place.
'Thankfully he allowed them to attack together…' Sighing in relief, the huge abyssal army moved closer to the Neptune moons, where the human army awaited them nervously.
Seeing Varian freeze like that bottomed out their morale.
The five human level 9 defenders wanted to go help Varian but the five Undead that were staring at them since the start acted and stopped them in place.