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
A long wound cut from Sarah's right shoulder all the way to her left. The heavy smell of blood filled the air as the red liquid gushed out of her wound with gusto.
The blonde lady's chest heaved up and down, her eyes flashing with terror as she gripped the sword tighter.
The moment she sensed something was off, she raised her weapon to block. But the attack broke the semi-spherical barrier originating from her sword and gave her a shallow injury.
It'd heal in a few seconds but this was a casual attack which was thrown at the last moment.
'I'm already a high rank 8, so this is a peak rank 8…a strong peak rank 8.'
With a stern gaze, Sarah squinted her eyes and looked at the man standing proud in front of the injured Varian.
Seven foot tall and bulging with muscles, he was less of a man and more of a beast.
The blood which splashed from Varian had spilled on his face and glistening bald head.