It wasn't graceful. His legs protested, muscles still buzzing with residual arcane feedback, but he forced himself upright anyway. He stood there, shoulders rising and falling as he drew in one final steadying breath, eyes never leaving the distant titan and its burning red orb.
"Alright…" he muttered.
Something inside him shifted.
He reached for Wrath.
The change was immediate.
Heat flooded his veins, sharp and invasive, like embers being ground into his blood. The air around him warped, pressure snapping tight as the world reacted to a stance asserting itself. His pulse quickened. His jaw clenched without him meaning it to. Every sound felt louder, every sensation closer to the surface, as if his nerves had been peeled bare.
Kaiden frowned.
This seemed to be the theme here. Gluttony made him feel the need to consume. Pride made him feel the need to dominate. And now, he wanted to destroy.
