The Emperor had adopted his methodical, almost rhythmic, pace to contain his impossibly vast aura, applying that habit to his gestures and very voice.
Meanwhile, Khan had stopped being a permanent, walking calamity after uncovering the true nature of his element. Nothing blew up anymore unless he wanted to, almost making him appear weaker than he actually was.
The trip inside the relatively brittle ship and among weaker companions had also applied limits on what the Emperor and Khan could unleash, but that wasn't the case anymore.
The two three-horned aliens weren't only opponents that neither Khan nor the Emperor could underestimate. The surrounding world was also expendable.
There was nothing Khan and the Emperor had to be worried about destroying, removing any possible limitation from their existences in a way that neither the regulated nor the pocket universe had ever experienced.
