Varkron was quite calm at this moment. Even though he had been sealed for thousands of years and was only now breathing the air called freedom, he remained calm.
It was roughly comparable to the post-coital clarity of human males, having temporarily lost a certain desire.
Didn't he want to let out a roar to tell the World of his return? Didn't he want to sit at the highest point and enjoy the worship of all demons?
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