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
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Varian looked at the black disc and shifted his gaze to the glass box containing it.
'It should work.' He cheered himself up and retrieved a few items from his storage ring.
The first was thin slices of durasium walls of 1x1 in length and breadth. Stacking all the slices he had, their thickness was almost half a meter and weighed 5 fucking tonnes.
Thankfully, it wasn't a single wall or it'd have been seriously troublesome to move the durasium around.
After placing the durasium walls all across the floating glass box, Varian sighed lightly.
With his, the last bit of durasium he had was finished.
To be honest, this thing helped him a lot.
During the cluster cities' crisis, he used them to decimate the secret realms and destroy a large part of the shadow order forces.