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
"Woah, woah! You killed him yourself?" His first teammate, an abyssal holding a large axe gaped at Prince Var.
In the spaceship lougne, two more abyssals were also staring at Varian who was holding a transparent box containing Caleb Xander's head.
When they were busy trying to find him, they suddenly got a message that the hunt was over and returned to the spaceship.
As a result…
"And you took him down in what? half a minute?"
Nod. Nod.
Varian gave a simple nod to their questions.
"Dude, we're teammates. You should've at least informed us. It's dangerous to fight alone." The second teammate chimed in.
He was right. If any human was ambushed by an abyssal hunting team, they'd quickly inform the fighters nearby.
Even if you had an upperhand, once the reinforcements arrive, you'd be in deep trouble.
That's why abyssals hunted in teams. Not because they couldn't hunt a human one-on-one but to deal with the reinforcements.