Kalos' thick metallic sandals crushed the earth beneath him. He paced the courtyard that had just witnessed his defeat, stepping over and on the massacred bodies of his own soldiers and slaves. The remaining minions were afraid to approach him; no one wanted to feel his wrath. Zodner and Semp cowered in the corner of the palace tower and watched Kalos stroke the ripped collar where his precious medallion once laid. Kalos was quiet, and it was not immediately clear where his thoughts were. He slowly walked over to a slain horse that still had the sword that had killed it in its neck. He placed his sandal on the horse and ripped the sword out, blood dripping onto his leg and cloak. Kalos’ blank mask stared into the stained reflection of the sword.
“You!” His deep voice zipped across the courtyard to the cowardly men, pointing his sword at them. “How could you have let my medallion go? You let them get away.” The trembling men stuttered while trying to speak.
“Em…Emperor, if I may speak, they were just too fast for us” Zodner stammered.
“How could those fat animals, outrun you? You should have taken them on.” Kalos continued to accuse as he paced back and forth.
“With all due respect, Emperor, you have failed to catch them as well” Semp said. Kalos bare mask turned in his direction. Semp immediately knew he had made a mistake. Kalos marched slowly and sternly to Semp and stood in front of him, his tall lanky body towering over the minion.
“I could not catch them because I was busy with their leader. You on the other hand had more than enough time to seize them and you wasted the opportunity.” Kalos then rammed his masked head into Semp's face, breaking his nose. “Watch your mouth, minion, or you'll be laid out right here like the rest of your pathetic army.” Kalos quickly turned away, leaving Semp to slide down the wall in pain and fear. Zodner and the others were sure to keep their mouths closed.
Kalos stormed back up the road leading to the back of the palace, where Crystaline's body was still attached to the Boulder Guillotine. He looked in anger and disgust at her lifeless blood-soaked body. In an act of frustration, he kicked her headless body with all the fury he had left.
“You! You always gave me hell!” He shouted to her remains. The re-creation slaves were frightened as they mindlessly bumped into each other trying to find a place to hide. They were still near the unfinished shield exposing the vertical portal that Kalos so desperately desired. “What use are you to me now?” He shouted to the Soul Realm. He knew without that medallion that his passions could not be fulfilled. “Minions, we must get that medallion back now!” He looked deep into the portal and cried out. “For without it Ferocities will become nothing!” He then delivered a powerful kick to the nearest re-creation slave, knocking him into the portal. This spontaneously killed all of the re-creation slaves.