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
Varian's knees cracked under the heavy pressure of strong rank 6s and his knees dug into the ground.
His skin cracked open and his bones started to creak. His muscles swelled and ripped apart. In a blink, a perfect young man turned into a bloodied warrior.
Varian was alone, surrounded by three powerful enemies. Surrounding them was 20 rank 6 elves, 2000 rank 5 elves and 20,000 rank 4 elves along with millions of lower ranks.
Traitor Numan threw out a ball out of his pocket and the space around them solidified, preventing any teleportation.
"It's a treasure I got on the 30th floor, it works pretty well." Numan gave a friendly smile but the bloodlust in his eyes was too obvious.
The elves wanted to attack first but Reaper took out a glowing fruit and the crowd fell silent.
The rank 6s elves looked at each other and nodded lightly.
Reaper didn't immediately kill Varian but send a wisp of black aura into Varian's body.