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
King Hades approached the structure, leaving the citizens to breathe a sigh of relief.
Even if they're going to lose everything else, at least their lives would be spared.
Ophion and Asherah looked at each other before following after him, the former three steps behind and the latter ten steps.
Rakz quickly caught up with Ophion and looked at the majestic palace with burning eyes.
As if sensing their arrival, the golden palace vibrated.
"Are you calling for your master, puppy?" Hades asked, a gentle expression on his face.
The golden palace paused and then vibrated violently, as if asking for help from anyone. The majestic palace which was once worshipped by the entire empire was now desolate, without a single soul to defend it.
A sorrowful aura filled the city, as it mourned for the tragic reality.
"He is dead, puppy. Your master is dead." Hades stretched his hand toward the palace. "He won't come because he can't come."