Four days passed in a flash. Varian spent time training with his 'punching bags' which Boo brainwashed to a certain degree.
His growth was significant, but he knew his strength as of right now couldn't turn the tide of war.
Varian knew that since the beginning. But for some reason, he couldn't let go of the heavy feeling in his chest.
He felt responsible. He had to do something.
Sure, he wasn't even a high awakener, but he had ghost ship, didn't he?
But what could he do facing an imminent war?
They returned to the Secret Realm in which Black Market was originally hosted. Of course, Black Market was no more.
But using it as a launch pad, they tailed space shuttles coming in and out of the realm.
While Varian continued his training, Boo found out four more secret realms.
In the training room, Varian's right arm was bent in an unnatural angle while his left was charred black.