Myles had already seen the outcome long before it unfolded in front of him. The moment Red's attention shifted and that overwhelming killing intent locked onto the eight men, the direction of the battle became clear in his mind without any doubt.
A faint smirk formed on his lips as he adjusted his stance with calm precision.
He shifted his body to the side in one smooth motion, removing himself from the direct path of danger while keeping his awareness spread across the battlefield.
He did not rush or hesitate. His movement carried quiet confidence as if he had already stepped ahead of everyone else at this moment. His mind was extremely clear right now.
Red surged forward once more with boiling blood and violent force driving every motion. The seven remaining elites stood frozen as their eyes widened in disbelief.
What charged toward them no longer resembled the man they once followed. The difference felt immediate and absolute.
