Theron exhaled through the bloody mist, his body revving almost like an engine before he calmed.
It felt like every one of his cells was vibrant and alive, every aspect roaring with more energy than it ever had before.
It was almost like he had been running on low fuel all his life until this point. Now, even his punches surpassed the usual King without any added energy whatsoever, almost like the universe itself was supporting his assault on those around him.
The feeling was intoxicating, but when his enemies faded away, so too did that rage that was roaring inside of him.
Ayame shifted in his arms and he looked down, thinking that she was getting up. But instead, she just nestled in further as though she was having the best sleep of her life.
Theron didn't even know how to react to this. This girl really knew how to sleep.
He smiled to himself.
"THERON!"
