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
Using his powers simultaneously, Varian didn't have much of a problem remaining hidden from the guards.
However powerful the Drug Lord himself might be, the guards were at best high awakeners, level 9s, and a handful of Sovereigns.
While that itself was alarming enough, Varian found himself advancing with ease.
The palace complex was huge, coated with precious metals like gold and platinum. Even the tiles on the floor were precious enough that a family could live off a year by selling a tile. It didn't feel like the residence of a Drug Lord at the first glance.
But try however one might act as something they're not, their true self would still slip out from time to time.
For Varian, the thing that stood out the most in this palace was the staggering amount of 'hunt'.