Charles Xander slowly walked out of the barrier, leaving behind an utterly silent audience.
In his human form, there were visible injuries on his body. His arm was burnt, the skin was scalded and flesh was visible at multiple places.
His eyes were bloodshot like he didn't sleep for weeks.
His footsteps were also erratic like a drunkard.
Yet…
"…."
All that prevailed was silence.
Filled with respect. Admiration. And longing.
'You deserve none of this.' Varian clenched his fist and breathed heavily. Every time Charles strength amazed someone, he was reminded of the fact that his talent was built on her pain.
That crazy woman Roxanna…she really deserved to die a thousand times.
But she was already dead.
Now, even though Charles wasn't responsible for Sia ending up in the lab, and despite the fact that he never knew about Roxanna's true experiments, Varian felt an immense hatred towards him.