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
Once he clicked 'Yes', he found himself in this city which stood at the intersection of medieval, fantasy, and bits of…sci-fi?
It was hard to say.
He appeared here in what seemed to be a magic circle exploiting the properties of space and initially thought it was a magical city.
But when he stopped on the smooth glowing road, a translucent map popped in front of him and asked him to pick a destination for the ride.
"This is like a personalized high-speed train, eh."
As far as he could sense, the city he seemed to be in had a total surface area almost ten times the Earth. At the edge of this city was a thick barrier that blocked off all his senses.
"Let's see…" Varian rubbed his chin and messed around with the holographic screen.
"Dragon Slayer Corps Headquarters?"
[Cleared 28th Floor on 3rd try.
Survival Rate: 36%!!!]
"Survivalists Faction."
[Cleared 27th floor on 2nd try.
Survival Rate: 43%!!!]