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
"Leave!" Varian shouted as he summoned a lightning bolt in his right hand and an ice sword in his left.
The space around him fluctuated and a thin layer of translucent armor—space armor—covered his body.
An invisible ripple exuded from him and created an illusion zone around him. The Undead could still see him, but his position was slightly off from the original. The stronger the Undead, the more accurately they could see through this trick.
Another invisible ripple shot out from him and formed hundreds of thin needles made of telekinetic power. They made no movement and waited for the opportunity to strike.
The plantae powers circulated in Varian's body at a high rate and were ready to heal him from any injuries. His chi boiled like magma as it boosted his body's enormous physical strength.
Finally, a yellow light flashed over Varian's body and the world around him slowed down slightly.
This was Varian's full strength.