Varkos took the fight seriously from the very beginning. There was no hesitation in his movements, no wasted breath or lingering doubt in his eyes. He understood exactly what this moment meant. If he could get rid of Harvey here and now, if he could kill the man who had caused so much chaos, then he believed he could escape this entire operation… leave the Cerebus Guild behind forever, leave this war behind, and try to save his own future.
He didn't care anymore whether the others succeeded or failed. He didn't care if the alliance between the military forces and the Dark Guild shattered to pieces. All that mattered was his own survival , because in Varkos's mind, the only people who would make it through this mess were the Grand Magus sitting unaffected at the top. He had seen enough to know the truth: the Masks were still out there. Stronger than any of the Cerebus members they had faced so far. Unreachable. Untouchable.
