Rage

Kaden did not remember what exactly happened in the next few seconds. It was all a blur. 

The healing from the [Sanguine Roots] flowed through him like a river of fire, his wounds closing, his pain fading, his strength returning in full force. Whatever was causing this surge of power, he would gladly take it. He would use it. He would win.

The second thorn spear in his hand glowed golden. He was not sure why. He did not care. So much energy was rushing to his body that it made him feel giddy with various emotions.

He felt as tall as an oak, as strong as the dragon bleeding in front of him. He was someone who had the world at his feet. Puny little insects shouldn't even come near him. He was invincible. He was a god and he needed to slaughter.