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
Enigma's eyes dimmed and her vision turned cloudy as tears began to spill down her cheeks. There was a profound sense of sadness enveloping her entire being.
It wasn't the emotions of Isadora which were way more chaotic and fractured.
No.
Even Enigma was struck with a heartbreaking feeling at the sight of the duchcess' death.
Unlike her sister, her feelings were filled with more confusion and pity.
A part of her wished Isadora and Serenthia found a proper solution. Another part, however, was glad that whatever happened happened, leading her to Varian.
"—ma, Enigma!"
Varian's voice in her hand jolted her out of her thoughts.
"The card!"
Thump!
The last parts of the duchess disintegrated and with no one to stop, the dukes rushed forward.
Boom!
From the remains of duchess, a small but potent explosion shook the place, forcing the dukes back by a few hundred meters.