Dean Ulluw had basically turned into a mortal due to the King's vicinity. He never had great senses in the first place, and the True Chaos' annihilating properties had removed that lackluster perception, too.
Yet, clearly, the attack had been so abrupt that it had taken even the King by surprise. His head wouldn't have exploded otherwise, and the gore it had released wouldn't flow down Dean's face now.
Still, that was all Dean could discover about the sudden event. Everything else lacked empirical data, or, at least, he was unable to spot it. He could only conclude that someone had blown the King's head off.
Then, out of nowhere, a roar split the sky, resounding in Dean and the King's immediate vicinity, as if it had originated next to them.
