บท 500: Varian's Choice

In the eyes of the defeated man, there was no fear, no regret, no anxiety. There was only disappointment and hatred.

Disappointment at his own kind's stand against Shadow Guardians and Hatred against Sovereign Julius.

Fully aware of all the gazes on him, Varian raised his arm and condensed an ice sword.

Watching the match far away, Misha closed her eyes as she awaited the inevitable helplessly.

Shuaa!

The sound of a sharp object cutting the wind caused her to shiver and tears dripped down her cheeks.

Ting!

Then came the sound of metal clashing with a blunt surface.

"Huh?" Misha opened her eyes in confusion and gawked at the screen.

"HUH?!"

Everyone in the audience and even the host stared at Varian in shock. His sword penetrated the area right next to the shadow guardian's neck.