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 7th Prince couldn't believe what he heard. Was he really treated as a mouse?
He? Samael Astreas?
"I guess you learn something new every once in a while." With a gentle shake of his head, the prince swiped his arm at the void in front.
Space splintered and the shards of space gathered into a storm. It's as if glass was shattered and fragments of glass formed a tornado.
Except a space tornado formed in void was much more fatal.
And in doing so, the 7th Prince broke the existing space in the region, rendering teleportation nearly impossible.
Varian did expect a lot.
It's like they gathered in a large room to fight. He anticipated destruction of pillars, antiques, vases and flowers.
But this guy…
He rolled up the floor and used it as a weapon!
When the 7th Prince was about to drown Varian in the space storm, the formation activated without any prior signs.
"Huh?"