Calypso scoffed. "A little scrape is not an injury. An injury is when your legs are cut off."
Nyx giggled. "Speak for yourself, masochist demon. I want healing as soon as I have a mild headache."
Kaiden's grin sharpened.
"Mode: Pride."
Something shifted inside him, like a lock turning. His posture straightened, presence expanding outward in an invisible wave that pressed against the battlefield. The crimson glow of the Blood Monarch's Gauntlet dimmed slightly as another power asserted itself, cooler, more controlled.
His eyes changed.
Violet flooded his irises, deep and luminous, etched through with faint, rotating sigil-lines. Arcane pressure rolled off him, dense and commanding, bending the air as if reality itself acknowledged his authority.
The monster became visible, its plated body grinding against rock as its eyes locked onto the group. It was vast, heavy, and built to endure.
Kaiden lifted one hand.
The world answered.
"[Sigil of Tyranny]."
