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
Whether it was an Abyssal with a weak mental fortitude or a battle-hardened abyssal, their reaction was the same.
"H-How?"
"Im-Impossible!"
"This is a fucking illusion! I know it! Hahaha!"
The strongest Abyssals of the capital were like children who realized their entire life was a lie.
Forgetting the fact that they were about to fight an intense battle, they shifted their attention to the castle.
The same went for the human warriors.
While they already knew they couldn't quickly kill their enemies due to the capital city's illusions and Abyss' Will, there was also an undeniable fact that the city defenders were simply too strong.
If it was a one-on-one, only five human warriors were confident of taking any Abyssal down. The rest had to resort to teaming up.
'The castle collapsed. What should we do?'
The twenty-four champions of humanity suddenly recalled Varian's words before they battled the eleven defenders.