Divine Path System
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
Scary Drug Lord Is Scared
'He can smell my flesh? And it doesn't reek of drugs? What the fuck.' Varian gained a new understanding of Hex.
As a Mystic, he had insane control over his heightened senses. He could of course separate smells, ignore certain smells, or even track down an enemy using the smell.
But it never occurred to him that he could smell the blood or flesh or bones of a person separately.
It wasn't that he was incapable of it. But because of his upbringing and worldview, the thought simply never crossed his mind.
"Who remembers someone by the scent of their flesh?" Varian straightened his back and faced the Drug Lord.
His hands were shaking slightly and his feet were facing away. His breath was chaotic and his bleeding only grew worse with every passing second, forming a pool of blood at his feet.
'Still pretending to be strong when you're so scared?' Hex noticed Varian's subconscious movements and grinned wildly.