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
Varian felt his heart race for a moment and an ominous feeling flash in his mind. But he quickly suppressed it and focused his gaze back onto the Undead.
Due to their battle, the ground was filled with cracks, craters and even chasms. In fact, some of these holes were so deep and wide that the geography itself changed.
The former plains had become highlands and the areas affected by the battle were crushed. Many new mountains were formed along with a few lakes.
Varian's unhurried and strong breath pushed through the smoke in the air as he rushed toward the Undead.
The Undead kept a neutral expression and ran towards Varian.
'I feel something is off…' Varian had no idea why. But as the Undead got closer, Varian shifted his focus onto him.
The distance between the two was reduced to an arm's length and the fists were about to clash.
Right then, the Undead twisted his body, put force into his legs.