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
Isadora looked at the thin red line on her palm. A drop of blood was dripping down, its warmth and stickiness confirming over and over that it was real.
No matter how small, she was injured. By someone two full ranks weaker than her!
If it's because he's blessed by the World Will Of Hortus as its Lord, it's understandable. But she stayed in the ruins for the precise reason she didn't want to risk fighting Lord of A World, even more so, Lord of a unique world like Hortus.
The ruins were pulled into Hortus by Sarah and Oob with the help of Sia. They didn't integrate yet and were technically a 'world in a world'. So, the World Will wouldn't apply here.
'And yet, he continues to defy expectations. As if reaching rank 4 wasn't enough, he's manage to injure me, no matter how small. This man is too dangerous.' Isadora narrowed her eyes, peering through the smoke.