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 zombie stopped. Not because it obeyed Varian but since it sensed a new prey.
The space around the Varian twisted and cracked like a broken mirror. It felt like countless sharp blades were placed on his skin, just about to cut deep.
"Fuck off." Varian's space power surged and the cracked space restored back to normal.
A lightning bolt appeared behind the zombie and was about to strike it right in the back of its had. But the Undead vanished and appeared far away.
With a swipe of its hand, the space around Varian's neck tightened and it felt like someone was choking him.
Varian tried to loosen the hold with his space power but it wasn't enough. He had to throw in his physical, lightning and telekinetic power to finally break free.
"Haa!" He gasped, eyes locked on the zombie. "You're so dead."
The space behind him went white as a bone-chilling ice spears reached his back.
Water Queen smiled smugly as she ambushed him perfectly.