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
Watching the figure of Daphne through the screen, Sia shuddered. Her chest heaved up and down, her shoulders trembled and she drew heavy breaths.
Her golden eyes turned bloody red and a mad, furious and fanatic voice left her lips.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill her! That bitch deserves death! No, death is too…light!"
A thick killing intent exploded out of her, dying the dark space crimson.
Sarah hurriedly grabbed Sia's hand before she could use the darkness power and bust their lies of being Jai Empire's agents.
Varian heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Sage Nevar.
The old man was looking at Sia in astonishment and confusion. The woman had been silent so far except for matching glances with the cold woman and Varian.
But what happened so suddenly? They were just staring at the maid on the screen with Baldur.
Varian rubbed the back of his head and explained with an expression of deep sadness and suffering.