Zaen stopped momentarily as the text flashed in front of his eyes. While Paragon's blood slowly traced the path of his crimson blade and dripped onto the floor.
"There will be serious repercussions for it?" Zaen mumbled while a maniacal grin formed on his face, "So be it! I'm not your fcking puppet anymore. This son of a bit*h hurt my brother, and I'm going to do the same to him. No matter what you say or do."
Zaen had lost all sense of reasoning just like Paragon had a few moments ago. During his military training, Zaen was often told by his instructors to think of rage not as an emotion, but as a button. A button which when pressed got rid of all sense of logical behaviour from ones soul.
That rage would give someone the strength to destroy a being. It can either be them or the one their rage was directed against. And all of it depended on the way the person manages to control their anger. If handled immaturely, the rage would end up consuming them one who was enraged.
