Zarathian felt like he was merely a snowflake standing against a violent avalanche, he couldn't help but think about how stupid he was to challenge Berkah.
[Ah... So this is how it feels.]
He remembered how he would easily overpower all who dared to stand against him, never before had he been on the receiving end.
And now, he could somewhat relate to the fear that he instilled onto them.
[I was mistaken... I feel ashamed to have called myself powerful...]
[This is true power... One that can rule over the world...]
His antenna trembled, the purple energy surrounding him dissolving and sizzling away like a medicinal tablet in a cup of water.
[...But what of it?]
CRACKLE!
Zarathian clenched his fists and defiantly drew more power.
[I am a King... The hopes and dreams of my people rest upon my shoulders.]
■■■ Blazing Sword of Lúthien! ■■■
