"That doctor. That damn doctor..."
Varik sat alone in his house. He liked being alone. He could talk to himself about what he's seen on his journeys.
And oh the shit he's seen. Being a bounty hunter with what seemed to be a never-ending list of jobs can be exhausting.
Varik, the Giygas destroyer. That wasn't his title. He stole it from a bunch of dead kids. Well, technically, it's Varik the avenger, since he killed the bastard who would send his own son and his friends to the past to fight basically Satan without telling them there's no way to return. But he didn't object when they gave him the name. He liked the appreciation for his work, even though it wasn't his.
He wanted to have Andonuts all to himself for awhile, so he could make him pay for his wrong doings. If he had his way, Andonuts would've had a slow, painful death. But Polestar, the doctor's son, and the prince of Dalaam wanted Andonuts to be forgiven for his sins.
"Wait... That... Could work..." While he sat in his chair, Varik pondered about the whole situation with the deranged doctor. Not many people know of Andonut's deeds... So no one has came and confiscated the phase distorter mk III yet...
For the first time in a very long time, a smile grew on Varik's face. He slid on his boots, threw on his armour, and holstered his hungry knife. Varik will save the kids that never got their recognition for being this world's saviors.
And he would happily kill Andonuts a second time, if need be.