The change on Red did not stop at the cracks spreading across his skin. As the thin fractures continued to glow faintly like molten heat trapped beneath a fragile surface, his eyes began to change as well. It changed slowly at first before deepening into a darker crimson, a shade so thick it looked as if blood itself had swallowed the whites of his eyes entirely.
The transformation showed deeper power that went beyond appearance, and the moment it completed the pressure in the air grew heavier. It became more suffocating, as if something far more dangerous had just fully awakened within him.
The weaker survivors from both sides felt it immediately. Their instincts reacted before their minds could catch up. Uneasy murmurs spread through the battlefield, trembling voices breaking the silence that had settled earlier.
"W-What is that…?" one of them whispered, his grip loosening on his weapon as he took a step back.
