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
"Krystal Arts will ensure the finest pieces for the event. If there's any dissatisfaction from the guests, I'll present my head as an apology."
A humanoid male patted his chest with a confident expression. Adorned in clothing refined from the finest of star ore, he gave off a shimmering golden light just by being there, exuding a true nobility that even many of the empire's direct descendants couldn't surpass.
"Your company does have the capability. That's why it's given the grace." A being glowing with soft blue light said.
"I'll live up to your expectations." The man couldn't help but smile.
Krystal Corp was one of the behemoth companies spanning across kingdoms in the empire.
While their core business was training slave soldiers and manufacturing second-rate hybirds, their subsidary Krystal Arts was famous for dominance in arts.