You dare speak down to me--you dare claim to know me?! You know nothing but a shade and a memory, long lost and better left buried on the forsaken isle upon which he withered and died. He's dead. There is no light left within me now, you're wrong. You're wrong, you're wrong--!

[Ardyn's composure finally slipped and cracked like a glass knocked clear off a table, his entire body burning with shining red energy and blades beginning to spin haphazardly. When they did fire an instant later they did so with no direction, in wild arcs and aimless destruction as if Ardyn was lashing out at the throne room more than Ignis. His brother's greatsword crashed into the throne, axe and mace and star all breaking whatever they collided with.]