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 injured and worn-out rank 4s could no longer display their strengths at their peaks.
Yaras and Zed were seasoned fighters. Even though Centaurus had no wars and weakened over the years, these two were men who had traveled all over the Kingdom to hone their strength.
Despite being very weakened and injured, Varian still felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing on his shoulders when facing two of them at once.
The two swung their swords one after another, leaving Varian in a position where defending one sword would definitely leave him vulnerable to another.
Matching their timing, a sphere of green light shot into the air and flew above Varian's head, ready to strike him at a moment's notice.
The ball of poison, however, weakened, was still something that'd instantly kill a peak rank 3.
Varian exhaled slightly. This difficult situation could still be cracked with the right combination of powers.