Trials [2]: The Horde

"The first two are fine, but the third is one nasty trial," Varian laughed with an evil expression.

"Why?"

"Did you ever wonder the reason these Duchies or Kingdoms or whatever sent a weak prince to this Synthetic World? They can send one more hybrid who's sure to be stronger than a prince."

"For experience and merits." Sarah titled her head cutely.

"Apparently, a Synthetic world is a strategic treasure for these big forces. And there are a limited number of them in the universe. It doesn't make sense to send princes  to win a strategic weapon. By doing that, they're just squandering their chances of winning." Varian explained.

"You're really feeling enthusiastic today. Speaking so much," Enigma indicated that she wanted him to shut up.

"Excuse me, I'm a new born. New borns do make a lot of noise," Varian said shamelessly.

The real reason he was babbling was to distract himself from the pain he started feeling due to the space crack.