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
Varian's face scrunched as he saw an Abyssal in golden armor.
The moment he saw the two patrol guards noticed them, the Abyssal's eyes turned red.
His arms morphed into crystalline red wings and his legs became metallic talons. Finally, his face twisted and a blood red beak grew replaced his nose.
"Hmph!" With a snort, he flapped his wings.
They were at least five hundred meters away from him, but with a single flap, the distance was halved!
"Varian, report and stand by." As she ordered, Sarah's body was covered by a blue hue and the next moment, her figure blurred as she appeared in front of the Abyssal.
The Abyssal raised his wings. His metallic feathers shone red for a moment before protruding outward like pointed spears.
He wasted no time and slashed at Sarah with all his strength.
"Die!" With his roar, he released his Level 6 Aura.