Red did not even spare a single glance toward his severed hand after it separated cleanly from his wrist. The limb fell behind him only to crumble into ash before it could fully touch the ground.
His attention never shifted away from Myles as his gaze burned with pure hatred that remained sharp and unwavering as if nothing else in the world existed anymore. While the loss of flesh, the collapse of his own body, and even the damage that should have crippled him completely held no meaning to him.
Because only the urge to destroy remained and that instinct fixed itself entirely on the figure standing in front of him without hesitation or doubt.
Myles met that gaze and allowed a grin to form slowly across his face as the black energy surrounding his body responded immediately to his will. It tightened with controlled precision as it wrapped around the shallow wounds carved into his shoulder and side to seal them before the corruption could spread further.
