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
That day, the light coming from the newly born single sun seemed to be suppressed. Animals in the forests panicked as if the apocalypse was nigh.
The powerful awakeners in the celestial rankers had a stifling feeling in their chest as if someone was grabbing their hearts and about to rip them apart.
They contacted whoever they could. Their fellow celestial rankers, the scientists, the scouts. They eventually came knocking on Alison's door.
"Miss Secretary, something is wrong! Something…terrible…"
It was an old man in his twilight, who served humanity all his life was given a second life by Varian. He chose to keep his old appearance but he's easily going to survive for a few more hundred years.
Alison heard that the old man was now training students and managing a few orphanages.
Widely known for his composure, that veteran now looked at her shaking eyes and trembling fingers. Panic had overcome this man and struck him deep.