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
"Done?" Seated on the throne in a lazy posture, the Matriarch asked the messager who just stormed into the throne hall.
The messenger was panting heavily and his blue skin turned dark red, proving he was incredibly excited about something.
Even though the members of the throne hall already guessed the news, they couldn't help but look at the messenger in anticipation.
The messenger forgot to even breathe as he said with a big smile. "The hunting teams pushed the invaders into the Mad Zone."
The faces of everyone in the room lit up and they slammed the armrests of their chair in appreciation, one of their cultural practices.
The Matriarch's lips curled into a thin smile as she witnessed this scene.
In the last thousand years, this was the highest appreciation given by the court members.