"I…Thank you for saving my life."
After he woke up on the way back to the abyss, Ron hurriedly finished the necessary protocols and found Var to express his gratitude.
Var simply waved his hand, as if it wasn't a big deal.
Ron didn't think so. "I was about to cure my sister. If I died here…I couldn't even imagine how much I'd have regretted dying."
Looking at the abyssal who was gritting his teeth as if he was enduring great pain, Varian sighed lightly.
'I didn't save you because I wanted to. If you die, the herb will be lost.'
Varian had a reason behind his actions. If not, he'd have been happy to let a genius level 8 abyssal die.
'Probably.'
No matter what kind of person Ron personally was, Varian knew that abyssals were hell-bent on going against humans.
Heck, even the thought of peace or working together never seemed to cross their minds.
'Too much blood has already been spilled.'