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
"Hello, Kyle? Kyle? Respond to me fucking dammit!" Baldur slapped the communication bracelet with an irritated expression.
It's been two days since the infiltration ended. While Baldur managed to kill the Hortus Ancestor and everyone in the vicinity, he lost track of that mysterious guy named Kyle.
At first, Baldur thought that he failed to survive under the pursuit of Patriarch Havoc and the henchmen. But the Patriarch didn't return even after two days. Not even a message was sent.
Baldur was slowly realizing a bitter truth.
'I've been duped!'
The good news was that he wasn't alone in suffering.
A lot of people, powerful and weak, young and old, male and female all across the Duchy were grieving.
The drug empire that's carefully built the Havoc tribe suddenly lost the biggest powerhouses and it fell apart like a house of cards.