Myles felt their presence before he even turned his attention toward them.
Nine figures approached rapidly with each one carrying a clear and focused killing intent that locked directly onto him without hesitation.
Their presence cut sharply through the chaotic battlefield, distinct even among the overwhelming pressure that filled the air.
His awareness expanded naturally to trace their positions, speed, and the rhythm of their movements in a single sweep.
The intent behind them was simple and direct. They were coming to kill him.
"Fools," he thought, his gaze shifting slightly in their direction, though his body never turned fully.
There was no tension in him. No trace of concern formed after that realization.
Red's condition had already crossed the point of control. The thing inside Red no longer cared about allies or enemies. If they stepped into its range, they would be treated the same as anything else standing in his way.
