Without a warning, the Red King's eyes widened in an abrupt flash of shock and confusion. That reaction had nothing to do with Radagon or the other Root powerhouses manifesting around the ninth layer.
No, the reason for that sudden jolt was far more personal; it came from the strange smile tugging at his own lips and the wave of emotion rising from the confrontation with the decapitated head, emotions that should not have existed within him after so many eons of numbness.
"Excitement… thrill… the pure exhilaration of combat. They are flowing through me again…" As he murmured the thought, the smile on the Red King's face stretched wider, almost serene, almost relieved. A sense of deep, almost forgotten satisfaction flooded his consciousness, echoing across the remnants of a soul that had endured ages of stillness.
"The Power of Chaos." The smile and thrill in the Red King only grew stronger as he uttered those words.
