Michael no longer saw the battlefield. The chaos, the screams, the countless figures still fighting around him all faded into nothing as his vision narrowed completely onto a single target.
Red stood before him, and in that moment that was the only thing that existed in his world. Rage had consumed everything else. It burned through his thoughts and stripped away hesitation. It only left behind a singular purpose that pushed his body forward without restraint.
The power rising within him answered that rage.
Dark flames coiled tightly around his spear. It looks thicker and heavier than before. It shifted with a deeper hue that bordered on black.
It no longer flickered like ordinary fire but pulsed in dense and violent form as if it carried weight of its own.
The air around it warped aggressively, bending under the heat as the weapon vibrated with an unstable intensity that matched the chaos in Michael's mind.
He didn't question it. Instead, he embraced it.
