The moment Adam heard the word "King" come from the portly Spirit's lips, he too was very surprised. A deep feeling of confusion washed over his ancient mind.
"What are you saying?" he demanded. His own true voice echoed the Spirit's earlier shock. Adam was truly confused.
He hadn't done anything on purpose. He hadn't willed his power to act in that way, to push back the other Spirit so strongly.
This blue energy, this raw, untamed power that had burst out of him, seemed to work on its own. It was beyond his direct, deliberate control. And it had just easily pushed back the other Spirit's gentle probe.
The portly Spirit, whose earlier calm and superior attitude was now completely gone, sank to its knees on the soft, dream-like grass of the subconscious plane. It bowed its head very low. It was a gesture of deep respect, almost like fear.
