Kro awoke, back in the field. The grass by his feet was burnt to a crisp. His head was clear once more, but he felt different. He felt... Stronger, in a sense. What had happened had scared him... Made him break, even. But now, that fear seemed to reside to where all his fear resided, far back, where it was locked away, something more to add to the ticking time bomb. This was all subconscious, however, because to him, all that mattered is that he now had his sacred weaponry back.
With a quick movment of his wings, he threw himself up into the air, and headed back towards the treehouse, also while removing his mask. It would need a wash.