Countless waves of pure bloodshed and difficulty with navigating around the damned Tomb of Elders, you're greeted with an all too familiar face—one you thought you had killed. I mean, you had done so many years back... but of course, the Mad Warden had to be revived (or so you assumed; that was the only explanation, after all).

It turns to face you with a gleeful expression, clearly giddy and proud of how well you performed in the last few rooms. Its piercing white eye crackled with unstable energy and shone onto you like a spotlight while its body was covered in what seemed to be Solar flames. They burned as brightly as they did the last time you saw it—

Oh, three chests filled with loot! All made just for you.

"Another round," It exclaims, still using Variks' voice as its own. Another round it shall be, you guess?

And back into the field...

The Warden was trying really hard to make this difficult, just to see you succeed. It's certainly just toying with you... or perhaps it just admires how you fight. Actually, no, probably both.

"You are my favorite," It suddenly coos over the comms, 'raising the stakes' yet again by adding another modifier on top of the other ones you currently have. "Only you."