Divine Path System
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
This Is But A Scratch
A harsh mechanical ring jolted Varian out of the darkness.
"Huh? Where? What th—"
His words came to a halt as he noticed a bunch of humanoid and non-humanoid aliens moving around.
He's in a townsquare, in plain white clothes, along with a bunch of others in similar dresses.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal bracelets clashing against each other rang and a heavy humanoid, as tall as six meters, stopped in front of them.
With a green skinned body full of grotesque scars and wriggling, festering wounds , the man looked unpleasant. But his scarred and burnt face, obscuring his features entirely, looked even more horrifying and revolting.
There was a thick scent of death on his body, even beyond the so-called blood smell a murderer would give.
This man had killed so many races that he transcended the blood-smell. Even though he might not have killed a person belonging to their race, they felt like he was overflowing with that smell.