The Chaos Warp opened in this location, random as ever. Denera went to the opening in it, and told Keith,"Hey, a battle's going on!"
"So?" He asked, not really knowing why he should care. Nevertheless, he went to the edge of the Warp, and looked in on it. "Wait...What're they fighting?"
"Im not sure, mi'lord. I dont see anything, myself. Hm...Maybe it was just some sort of drill?"
"No, they're fighting...Something. Hmm...I'll check it out. Oh, and Denera? Please...Keith is fine."
"Oh, um, yes, Keith. Sorry." She replied, blushing a bit. He'd always been good to her, but she was still unused to how kind he'd been since the Tournament. Not that she minded, though.
He pulled his way out of the Warp, seeming to grab onto its edge as though he were pulling himself through a hole in a wall, and hung in the air for a few seconds, before a red energy forced itself through his back. Its form was first simply tendrils, but they soon formed themselves into draconic wings. While they were red like his armor, they were a duller red, and didn't radiate the same feeling. He was a manafestation of Chaos, yet these wings seemed...Ordered. Moreso than the rest of him, anyway. He felt something in the air, but his instincts told him that it wasn't important, that he should focus on things he could see, that he could fight. But...He didn't blindly follow his instincts anymore. He radiated a bit of raw Chaos, to see if it might have some form of affect. It would corrupt what it touched, turn it wild, instinctive, insane, but it was a small amount of Chaos, only going a couple of feet from him.
He reflected upon his past...The old him would've rushed in headfirst, and tried to devour the first thing he saw. Alive, prefferably, but either way would've been fine. But now, he was calmer, more reasonable. It'd been some time since he'd last seen Celestie, and while he hadn't gotten any magic, he silently thanked her for what she'd done-Brought reason to his mind.