Anger flashed through the Kings eyes as he began his journey to the Proving Grounds. Now was the time to fight, now was the time for War. Phobus had taken advantage of one of his now own, Wisteria. She would be staying home from the battle, as she'd become pregnant with his sons children. He was proud of the two, for overcoming. Now was the time that they would seek revenge on the monsters who now housed Phobus, who willingly took him in, released him from his prison. He didn't know how Themis was keeping a level head - his sister seemed to be calm under the pressure. Kratos wasn't. No, he would much rather take his anger out on everyone that had ever crossed any of their packs. Lucaya began calling for her own to heed her words, as Themis did herself as well. Kratos turned to his pack, his family, and felt his hears pin on his head, tail raised. "You heard Lucaya and Themis. The time is now. I know I haven't been the best Alpha, but we will make it through this. Esmae, Helius, Paeeon, Luna, Tybalt, you'll be on the front lines with me. You'll stand by my side. Emilia, Shadow, Willow, Weiss, you'll be behind us, keeping ground with us. Anabel, take to the skies and kill as you can." He spoke, claws digging into the dirt. He would make sure no one on his side would perish to the likes of Tarben, Nightingale, or Sindri. He wouldn't allow them to.

He turned back, both Helius and Paeeon immediately by his right side. He hoped Esmae would take up by his left. Tybalt and Luna would be there as well. Kratos hoped his others would be lining up behind him, shoulder to shoulder, as they prepared themselves for battle. As he stared at the horizon line, seeing Tarben, Sindri, and Nightingale making their entrances, a flash of fear hit his mind, but he quickly tried to push it away as he narrowed his golden orbs, knowing that he would kill if he needed to.

Kratos would make them all pay, they would pay for what they did to his family, what Phobus did to Wisteria. Revenge was the only thing on his mind, which was a strange feeling for him. Normally, he was a kind and compassionate King, but the moment you were to cross him, all hell would break loose. He was ready, and he knew his pack was ready too.