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
Sia clenched her fists with an excited expression. "You beat him once when he's at the peak of pseudo divine. The reason he's grown stronger than you is through slivers.
You have them too. If you have enough time to train in them, you can beat him like a dog! There's no doubt!"
Varian nodded.
But he'd need a lot of time for that. Not 1,000 years like Immortal. But at least a fraction of it! A few dozen years? A hundred years?
Yet, he had no way of gaining a 100 years of practice time when they're going to be found in a few days.
It's been only 3 days since he returned in the outside world. Assuming they take a whopping 10 days to find Hortus, which would be a very optimistic scenario, even the 20x timeflow change would only give him 200 days.
200 days was simply too short of a time for him to bridge the gap!
Varian's eyebrows tensed and he clenched his fist.