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
It was a courtroom built from precious purple stones polished to the point they acted like mirrors.
The ceiling was painted with the almost legendary tale of the previous war. The Zion Ancestors had fought alongside Abyssals in the Centuria Sector and made great contributions.
Dozens of finely carved pillars supported the courtroom.
A huge red rug made of precious skin from a Celestial ranking beast was laid out from the door until the steps leading to the throne.
On either side of the rug were grand chairs with different standings for the officials.
At the top of the shining stairs was a huge throne made of a glass-like substance. It was filled with a strand of blue energy. But the energy strand was so strong that it caused the huge throne to look blue.
This blue throne was a testament to the great prowess of the Zions. The strand of energy was capable of destroying anyone as strong as the Zion Emperor himself in a single strike!