Kryos laughed like a madman—behavior not befitting the Origin of Madness even, just pure, shameless, undignified madness. He looked and sounded like one at this point.
Silver blood streaked his teeth as he bared them at Northern.
"You're all fools! You know NOTHING."
"Hence the question, Kryos!"
Northern gave him a backhanded slap that sent spit and silver blood spraying from his mouth as his head whipped away.
"What do you want with the Chaos?!"
Kryos looked down, trying to fix his shifted jaw. Then he glared at Northern.
"Isn't it obvious? Power."
Northern gave the Origin a disgusted look.
"That you had to murder your son back then and don't mind doing it now?"
Kryos's eyes blazed with resolve.
"Despite the power he has, he's a coward. I was and still am the only one who will do what's right."
Northern's gaze remained still.
"And that would be?"
The resolve in Kryos's eyes didn't waver despite his state.
