"Why did you stop hiding, you rat?" Demon King stared at Varian with a mocking smile. "Not afraid to die anymore?"
Varian shook his head without any anger and pointed to Evander. "With his strength, I am confident of defeating you."
Evander was pouring a healing potion onto his fists when he shuddered at Varian's words. He felt like a 'tank' in one of those games. Or colloquially, the meat shield.
Once that connection was made, Evander couldn't stop thinking in that direction.
Sarah and Sia were far away and would be fighting using their long-range powers. Varian, while in close combat, wouldn't be the primary force fighting the Demon King. It'd be him—the one to take maximum damage
Evander glanced at earth and then at Varian before shifting to Demon King.
Unlike Varian, he couldn't stand watching Earth get destroyed. So, even though he had no chance of winning, he rushed out.
