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
Chasing prey was always an enjoyable game. Seeing the hope turn into despair, courage into fear evoked a heightened ecstasy in him and his kind.
"Go! Faster!" Ebonis patted the soft skin of the round creature he was seated on and urged it.
Perhaps it's by their design that they're able to integrate with these one-eyed creatures—Sightlings—and fight as a single unit.
Sightlings could see far ahead in the fog, fly fast, and even bear a lot of attacks. But they were abnormally weak to any spiritual attacks.
That's where his kind Umbrali came in—Masters of Spiritual Attacks but with bodies so weak that they couldn't even take ten steps without panting.
These two tribes were enemies when they first met, just like any challengers and native tribe. The enmity didn't last and they turned into partners, becoming a sort of local hegemon for the second floor.