Myles felt the tension ease for only a fleeting moment as the shadow tendrils wrapped tightly around Red's body and forced his movement to a complete stop.
The crushing pressure that had been bearing down on him finally paused enough for him to draw a deeper breath.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he steadied himself, forcing air back into his lungs while keeping his eyes locked firmly on Red. He was unwilling to let even a single detail escape his attention.
"He's too strong. I don't think I can fight him alone."
The thought settled heavily in his mind as he quickly swept his gaze across the battlefield.
The chaos had not lessened and the number of people within it had clearly thinned. Bodies lay scattered across the broken ground. The clashes that remained were sharper, more desperate, and far more deadly.
