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
"Hold!"
"Block them off!"
"Argh—"
Screams resounded across a barren area which was a small forest a few minutes ago.
Fresh huge potholes were present all over, destroying any presence of greenery.
In the potholes, Men and women, clad in blue and red combat dress, the patrol uniform of Planet Guards laid injured.
Many had at least a limb bone crushed to pulp, but somehow managed to stay alive. Of course, the injuries on their bodies ensured they wouldn't live past a few minutes.
Others were not so lucky. Twisted necks, severed torsos and punctured hearts…their deaths were too gruesome.
Even the ones alive dreaded their fate. They would've died like that too, only…
Only a woman was standing in front of them.
Her arms were badly bruised and a large wound gaped on her abdomen. Yet, the woman gripped her sword tight and glared at the enemies in front of her.