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
Even though it was desolate and decreasing with each moment, it undoubtedly possessed the kind of aura only living entities did.
"Gulp." The man swallowed his dry saliva and opened his mouth to question when—
"It didn't decay even after a year. Fucking monster." Princess Nora shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and walked to the hill-like monster and kicked it.
Szzz!
The monster burnt up a bit as fire mana circulated from Nora's shoes into its corpse.
But that was all.
Except for a burnt smell, the hill-like entity stayed still.
Prince Jamie shrugged and walked to the edge of the valley.
There was only a very thin mist wall, trembling as if it'd dissipate at any moment.
Nora kicked the creature once again and stood beside Jamie.
Prince Curtis looked at them and shook his head.
Then, he turned to the brawny man and said. "You know why this region was still partially explored until this year?"