The impact of her hand against his face sent ripples through his ashen skin, and the imprint of her palm on his cheek slowly turned black. It spread over his entire being until, once again, he was no more than a massive shadow looming over her tiny form, those red eyes burning red hot. His booming voice echoed throughout the underground chamber, and the reverberations had the other Heartless taking a step back from their wrathful king.
"You would challenge me in MY KINGDOM?"
And then slowly the angry roar turned into a soft laugh, building and building until it reached a crescendo with its seething amusement. It was as much a mockery of this human as it was a way for Ark'han to hide his own uneasiness. For the touch of her hand against his Heartless self had, somehow, sent a thousand memories flowing like a torrential flood through his mind. It reminded him so much of her.
"Take her, then. Drag her dying body back to my city walls. When her breath stops in her throat and her heart ceases to beat, you can bury her in the cold lightless ground."