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
Mad Zone existed for as long as the civilization of natives came into being.
Even their oldest myths mentioned this place. After several resets of many kingdoms, the surviving legends still spoke of this place in great reverence.
There was always a respectful angle to this place in the scriptures. Almost as if it was a divine blessing.
But it was all in the past. A few thousand years ago, they learned the reality of this sacred place.
They realized it was not a divine place or paradise. It was hell.
And hell had its own monsters.
"Shoot!"
Varian roared as he summoned a giant lightning bolt and shot it at the giant undead ape that was running toward them.
The yellow lightning bolt crackled and reached the undead ape in a blink. It then expanded into the size of a bus and was about to pierce the ape's chest.
The undead ape's gray eyes moved and flickered and it bent its body at the last moment.