The fiery orb stays silent, taken aback by the words spoken against it, trying to process what is happening before his eyes, as Kyrie turns around to stare at it. Making his discontent, enmity, and rage clear in his dull eyes.
Looking directly at the evil star, his hurt and fatigue vanish to be replaced by anger and rage in a beastly scowl. It was hard to maintain that face, as it was hard to stand up, be Kyrie would not back down, not before showing it to the furball with whom it messed.
"I won't ever be the vessel you want me to be or anything like that. I won't accept the crown you are giving me or your right of sovereignty." Kyrie placed a hand over the still-beating heart.
He lets his intent and newfound power uproot the cancerous dark presence within Zillia.
