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
"Has there really been no news?" A weak and soft voice asked.
"None. Even their friends…disappeared."
"Does he not trust us with his friends?" A wry smile appeared on the woman's pale face before she signaled the intelligence officer to leave.
Irene slumped back into her throne with a worried expression. Her worst fears were coming true. Something happened to Varian.
"Did he really…" Irene shook her head. "No. Impossible. How could he die just like that? That boy is…"
Irene knew she was just lying to herself.
Over the course of her long life, she had seen too many geniuses. Thousands, tens of thousands of them. But she also saw many geniuses also die before they became a level 9. Heck, even level 9s died.
"Even I was on the verge of death…" Irene patted her chest.
Everyone could die. Ordinary people. Geniuses. Level 9s. Even Sovereigns. Varian too.