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
Neptune seemed to freeze in time as the cries of the people paused. So did the boisterous laughs of the abyssals and the sounds of their weapons sinking into flesh.
The sky turned white as the sun itself was overshadowed by a white sphere.
Everyone stared up, eyes wide and mouth open, as a multitude of colors flashed from the white sphere and flowed out like, intersected and joined together to form a phantom.
A giant stood in sky, taller than anything or being humans ever knew.
"My people." The voice was solemn but there was a deep pain under it, grieving for the tragedy.
The giant waved his hands and the Neptune's sky lit up with colorful clouds made of pure aura.
Golden lightning clouds, blue ice clouds, translucent telekinetic clouds and so on.
They spread across the planet and positioned themselves near the abyssal army wrecking that just paused its wanton slaughter.