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
"I wonder how far I can go because of your sacrifice."
Varian's words drifted in the air and the Abyssals were dumfounded for a moment before they burst out laughing.
"Humans and their arrogance. Haha. I never get enough of it. Hahaha." The leading Abyssal laughed as he wiped out the corners of his eyes.
His smile slowly receded and he looked at Varian with an indifferent face. "Do you think I wanted to chat with you?"
Varian gave him an uninterested gaze and sighed.
'I know. I know. You just wanted to distract me enough to set up your sweet trap.'
The Abyssal snorted at Varian's expression and snapped his fingers.
Vroom!
With them as the center, a barrier enveloping a few miles sprang into existence. It was translucent and perhaps a few miles up in the sky.
The dome like structure was made of hexagones and exuded a fey feeling.
Varian raised an eyebrow and checked his comm. The communication channel was cut off.