The plants or precisely, the 'rage seeds' Varian wanted were deep in the Wrath Garden.
So, he had to walk for a few miles.
With his speed, it should've been a cakewalk but—
"Argh!" With a roar, Varian looked around with red eyes.
Broken walls, spilled blood and charred ground.
This was the same location…his home on his last birthday.
In front of him was the flame wolf…the creature, the demon that killed his mother.
The air heated up from the flames it breathed out and touched his skin, the wolf raised its head and opened its fangs, revealing blood and bones with pieces of his mother's clothes.
Even in the iron scent of blood, he could smell his mother's fragrance—the smell of the flowers in their front yard which she tended to.
Varian's eyes slowly turned red as his vision turned blurry.
The rational part of him was very clear that this was just an illusion…but the emotional side of him was adamant.