The orange energy coiled around the Saiyan like a twister and he reached deep inside himself. Scallio latched onto the beast within, forming a connection with the slumbering Oozaru and pulling its power to the surface. The rapidly spinning energy responded, it's shape solidifying into a terrifying spectral Oozaru that layered itself overtop Scallio like armor. A wild and ferocious expression overtook the Saiyan's face and his formly black eyes turned a bright shade of crimson. He glared at Lao, the bloodlust in his eyes saying more than words ever could.

The dark green leaves of the tree tops had been replaced by the bright pink and blue hues of cotton candy swirls, that extended from the crystalline branches of Jolly Rancher trees.

His hike to the base of the mountain had been a silent one. Absent were the teasing tones and playful banter that Narissa typically provided. It was strange, he'd always tried to hush her but without her around things felt...different, almost eerie. It was an uncomfortable type of silence that Scallio hadn't experienced since the lonesome days of his childhood. He was eager to leave it behind again and return to Narissa, but he couldn't, not yet. Not until he managed to gain control of what had almost taken her from him countless times.

His anger.