As the remains of Zahara's echo scattered away, Varian's tense shoulders loosened and he expanded his senses.
And the very next moment, his relaxed shoulders tensed again, his body turning
stiff and alert.
Their battle ended up breaking the barriers that were supposed to keep it all hidden and let the aura leak.
Since this was border region, the anamoly was quickly percieved. It was even taken quite seriously.
That's why, a bunch of rank 9 auras were fast approaching this location.
"Hey, Logos." Varian said in a tired voice.
[Yes, Host?]
"Fuck you." He spat in a tone of resignation. To be honest, he didn't even have the energy to curse properly.
[It's funny.]
Varian's expression distorted at the composed and elegant voice of the system.
"What is?"
[When you think of the word 'fuck', you associate it with sexual activity. But when I hear it from you, all I can think of is how fate keeps screwing you. My sympathies to you, dear host.]
"Your mo—"
