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
Varian reappeared in the desert hills.
Numerous hills that previously stood tall were now leveled. The sparse vegetation was destroyed.
Deep craters ranging from tens of meters to even a hundred meter were formed all across the place.
Sarah was nowhere to be found.
All that was left were traces of blood and gore.
"I knew it." Varian removed the face mask and sighed.
"What happened, master?" Boo chirped in.
Varian clutched his forehead and played out the situation in his mind.
The Astor Clan members faced the battle field and entering the Abyssal's bases.
Or coordinate with the Abyssals frontal attack with their sneak attacks. Astor Clan members realized their only way of survival was Abyssal Victory.
If the Abyssals lose, every single one of them would be hunted down and wiped out.
They had no choice and started their attacks on the humans.