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
"You numbskull, we could've killed that old bitch if we spared a few more minutes." The Undead growled with disdain as Thunder King rushed out of the spaceship and into a secret realm with a teleportation formation to Neptune.
They found this during this long war and thankfully, it's going to help them during this critical time.
"Irene won't be a variable. Even without us, Despair Queen will hold her off good. But Varian, I can't be at ease if that bastard isn't killed." Thunder King bellowed.
The Undead clenched his jaw tight as Varian's face flashed in his mind. A tingle of fear he didn't want to acknowledge shot up his spine and his mind flooded him with the ridiculous things Varian might do if left unchecked.
Amidst the Undead's contemplations, the teleportation formation activated and the space around them twisted. Right then, his bracelet rang with a message.