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
In the eyes of the defeated man, there was no fear, no regret, no anxiety. There was only disappointment and hatred.
Disappointment at his own kind's stand against Shadow Guardians and Hatred against Sovereign Julius.
Fully aware of all the gazes on him, Varian raised his arm and condensed an ice sword.
Watching the match far away, Misha closed her eyes as she awaited the inevitable helplessly.
Shuaa!
The sound of a sharp object cutting the wind caused her to shiver and tears dripped down her cheeks.
Ting!
Then came the sound of metal clashing with a blunt surface.
"Huh?" Misha opened her eyes in confusion and gawked at the screen.
"HUH?!"
Everyone in the audience and even the host stared at Varian in shock. His sword penetrated the area right next to the shadow guardian's neck.