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 headless body of Second raised its hand to attack.
With blood sputtering out of the severed neck like it's a broken pipe, the sight of it trying to strike Enigma was a creepy sight.
Thankfully, while Paragon Body didn't die upon beheading, it still counted as a significant injury.
The power of gravity kicked into action as the fist of the man reached Enigma.
Like she was a particle of iron pulled by a magnet, Enigma was pulled a few steps away from her initial position.
The sword in her palm blurred, spurned by the invisible gravity and moved at a speed that surpassed even the fastest of rank 7s.
Three more lines appeared on top of the Second sibling and his body was sliced into pieces, collapsing on the floor.
It shouldn't have been such a big issue—dismemberment was something a Paragon Body could shrug away and recover from.
There was just one problem.
"Arghhh!"