Divine Path System
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
Our Place In The Creation
"God Emperor, Lord Emperor!"
The cry of an old man rang in a dark corner as he dragged his upper torso away from his blasted, bloodied legs.
As he moved, the bleeding barely stopped thanks to the special characteristics of his race.
But as his broken undersides pressed against the road, it stung as the gravel stung his flesh, the small stones piercing into his flesh and splashing his blood.
"No, no!"
As he moved out of the dark alley, the pungent smell of garbage, rotting food and decaying chemicals was absent.
Living here for a hundred years, he wished the rancid smell to vanish many times. It did not happen for a single day through the century.
But today that smell was gone. Replacing it was a mild rotting smell of flesh, the stinging smell of blood and the nauseating scent of feces.
With great effort, the old man hauled himself out of the alley, onto the street.