The scene he woke up to was a hellish one.
The very hands of his solar construct were burning and melting from the terrifying white flames that danced around his body.
His body currently felt as though it were awakening an ancient power he should in no way possess.
And yet all of this paled in comparison to the tumultuous emotions that overwhelmed him at the sight of Rose in pain.
Her hands and thighs were scorched, and the clothes on her chest looked as if they had nearly burned through.
She was of phoenix lineage, and yet the extreme heat he had emanated had actually hurt her.
"Rose…"
He called out to her with a voice deep and filled with an unexpected dignity and regal tone, as if he were still living that dream in which tens of thousands of beings chanted his name.
Emperor King! Emperor King! EMPEROR KING!
BZZT!
