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
When A Tiny Bit Of Hope Is Enough
Irene's heart sank at the tremendous aura rising in front of her.
The ground shook as the sounds of heavy footsteps rang in the air and blew away the dust revealing a tall figure.
An ash-colored body but pitch-black eyes—not just the pupils, but even the sclera. They weren't like eyes but two shining black orbs glowing with evil power. And those orb-like eyes stared at her with killing intent.
An Undead.
Irene had seen too many Undead by now and there was no reason to be surprised if this was just another Undead.
But this one was—
The Undead's figure blurred and he reached Irene in an instant. He raised his hand and punched out. The air blasted away and a huge shockwave swept the Abyss.
At that moment, even the Abyssals as far as a thousand miles away felt the ground shake.
It was a ridiculous show of power.
A power that only belonged to a Sovereign.
Be it Humans or Abyssals, everyone was dumbfounded.