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
"Why did you stop hiding, you rat?" Demon King stared at Varian with a mocking smile. "Not afraid to die anymore?"
Varian shook his head without any anger and pointed to Evander. "With his strength, I am confident of defeating you."
Evander was pouring a healing potion onto his fists when he shuddered at Varian's words. He felt like a 'tank' in one of those games. Or colloquially, the meat shield.
Once that connection was made, Evander couldn't stop thinking in that direction.
Sarah and Sia were far away and would be fighting using their long-range powers. Varian, while in close combat, wouldn't be the primary force fighting the Demon King. It'd be him—the one to take maximum damage
Evander glanced at earth and then at Varian before shifting to Demon King.
Unlike Varian, he couldn't stand watching Earth get destroyed. So, even though he had no chance of winning, he rushed out.