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
In the other banquet hall far more luxurious and grand than the one with youngsters, a few groups of young men and women were watching the duels.
They were all Level 7s from across the federation—the promising candidates who would advance to level 8 and possibly even level 9 in the future.
Of course, there were a few candidates that were said to have a chance at being a Sovereign after five or six decades.
Even though it was in the distant future, these 'potential Sovereigns', also called as Princes, already started amassing a strong following.
No one had any issues.
Every Prince reached Level 7 at a ver young age, the oldest being 27.
The breakthrough from level 6 to level 7 was like a moat. A chasm that even geniuses take almost a decade to cross.
But each Prince and Princess crossed this chasm in mere 5 to 6 years.
At this moment, two princes were watching the duels of the younger generation.