The sea of crimson quickly spread throughout the arena.
Aaron could not process what was happening around him.
All he could hear was explosion after explosion as the ground beneath his feet trembled violently.
His body almost moved on its own.
Seemingly following the will of a higher-level being, he turned around and fled, walking through the chunks of broken stone and mangled corpses.
The seconds seemed to turn into hours in his perception.
Fortunately, his upgraded strength allowed him to escape most dangers.
Coupled with the fact that the invaders' target was not him, Aaron faced little obstruction.
Soon, he exited the city.
It was only then that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The well-concealed crimson color in his eyes disappeared unbeknownst to him.
Aaron turned his head to look behind him only to see a city engulfed in crimson, writhing flames.
Cries and agonized screams rang out, making the city resemble a scene straight out of Hell.
