บท 1615: The Immortal

[A/N: Slight gore warning]

Varian's arms exploded and a firm hand gripped his neck from behind. 

"Y-Your soul…" 

Immortal laughed, a supremely arrogant laugh that was rooted in his uniqueness. 

"Ever wondered why they call me Immortal?

I cannot be killed.

Born from the slivers of life and death, of course my soul is going to be special just like my affinity for life and death.

And the specialty…?"

Immortal tightened his grip and the power of death flooded Varian's body, causing him to twitch violently as a searing pain assaulted his senses.

Blood curling screams rang across the arena and Varian's strong aura was dwarfed by the power soaring out of Immortal.

"My soul is eternal. 

And as the child of the slivers, my affinity towards them is beyond anyone's imagination." 

"Arghhh!" Varian's vision distored as the power messed with his mind, showing him memories that he'd rather not watch.