Fifth song on the album The Fall of the Son by The Castillion.  The first sign of weakness and self doubt creep in because of the re-run feeling of life; no more power to be had, no more surprises or joy, just the complacency of absolute power… except there is a new player in the game that no Reborn elite saw coming. The Castillion gets over his self doubt and sees a possibility to do what he loves best – destroying (and typically eating them as an afterthought) a worthy adversary. Some strange White Witch who lives in Siberia is shaking things up when that should not be possible. The game is on.