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
The fifth floor was the smallest so far. Its area was only equal to that of a soccer field.
{T-This floor contains myths and legends from devas…} The library spirit rambled on.
It was becoming quite obvious that the higher the floor, the more clarity the library spirit gained, and consequently, more information was available regarding the 'records'.
By that line of thought, this floor should've more information. Though that information would be useless since it's not about the divine path powers—which were actually needed to help out Sia.
'Myths and Legends?'
Varian shook his head in disinterest and spotted ten glowing chairs on the floor. He quickly sat Sia on one of them and watched her face turn comfortable. Her lips curled up and her quivering eyebrows settled.