A loud, mournful cry shook the sky as Agros grabbed his severed wrist. His bloodshot eyes were filled with rage and disbelief as thick blood poured from the wound. The flesh around the cut suddenly began moving.
Muscles, bones, and veins rapidly grew from the broken wrist, and within moments, a new palm was formed. Agros slowly opened and closed his fingers before raising his hateful gaze toward Future Ethan.
Without giving Ethan any chance to speak, Agros moved forward.
His body disappeared in a flash of bloody light, and the next moment, a terrifying wave of blood energy swept across the battlefield. The ground beneath him was stained red as countless drops of blood rose into the air and formed sharp blood blades. Thousands of them shot toward Future Ethan from every direction, moving so quickly that they tore through the air with sharp sounds.
Future Ethan simply stood there.
