Immortal was feeling terrible.
For the past hour, he had been torturing this bastard, inflicting upon him unimaginable pain in novel ways.
Varian screamed, roared and whimpered.
But he never begged.
He never showed remorse or regret.
Varian suffered brutal horrors that would wilt the heart of the brave at a glance and had the galls to smile, smirk and mock Immortal whenever he could.
Immortal did everything he could think of. And grandly failed to break Varian.
This victory that he longed for the past thousand years did not taste so sweet.
It was certainly cathartic defeating the only man who beat him in the same rank.
But at some point, Immortal realized that Varian was less than a hundred years old.
All positive feelings in his heart dissipated, leaving behind envious, frustrated and ironically, helpless thoughts.
For everyone else, Immortal won and Varian lost.
