Varian's face contorted with fury as he glared at Max's figure. His chest heaved, his rage boiling over until his control finally snapped. "Aden!" he roared, his voice tearing through the barrier of the arena. His eyes blazed with dark light as his killing intent locked onto Max. "I want Max! I want him to die! You all can leave here, but Max stays!"
He did not even know himself what burned hotter in him. Was it the humiliation of watching Zoltan fall to a human boy barely at the Legend Rank? Was it the fact that his most prized student, the strongest genius of the demon race, had been reduced to a corrupted husk? Or was it the unbearable pain of knowing that he himself had delivered the killing blow? He did not know. He only knew one thing. At this moment, he wanted Max dead more than he wanted air to breathe.
