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
Hundreds of overlapping verticle and horizontal lines split the space. The sharp space lines reached Princess Sonya.
The green light covering her managed to bounce away only half of the space lines. The rest sliced through her.
A moment later, more than a hundred thin red lines, horizontal and verticle appeared on the Princess' body.
Like a bread under the hands of a skilled chef, her body spliced into hundreds of little parts.
The dark space was covered with rich, bright and glowing blood, flesh and bones. What was just a beautiful woman turned into a gore sight.
The Orion didn't stop.
The six rank 7s worked together, as if their six bodies were operated by a single mind and poured out attacks with practised precision.
No attack crossed another and they all landed on the 'remains' of the princess at the same time.
Boom!
Like someone crushing a sheet of a paper in their hand, the space bent and folded and crunched.