[In an instant, Yggdrasill is in Zelos's personal space, a glowing hand pointed right at him. The heat around them is unbearable, mixing with the humidity from before to create a tiny localized rainstorm over the two.]

I will not be spoken down to, Chosen. Death shall be merely an obstacle for me, one that I will overcome. I will return to our world, I will be victorious, and any who stand in my way will fall. I would feel no remorse if you were to be the first.