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
It didn't take even a moment for the squad to take a decision. The current situation went beyond all expectations.
A simple 'weakling' somehow involved two very powerful rank 9s. Heck, even a future divine ranker was involved!
What the hell were they supposed to do?
A blue light flashed in the space and Varian ducked.
A laser beam passed right in the place where his left shoulder was. The beam travelled at great speed and eventually hit a star. The star disintegrated into little particles and even more darkness filled the region.
While this happened, six silhouttees blinked forward, reducing the distance between them at an alarming speed.
Varian jumped back, apparently not intending to fight them at their rythm. But they followed up, not intending to let him turn the game around.
"Who are you guys? Do you know who you are fighting against?" Varian yelled as he continued to escape.