Ty realized in an instant what was going on, memories of the guard's warnings at the prison surfacing rapidly. The motive behind the prison attack puzzled him, but it seemed inconsequential at that moment.
Just as the sand made contact with the blood, it lost its form and fell to the ground. Lord Herald, not wasting a second, tried to slip past and slam his fist into the man.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, struggling to move. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered in confusion and panic. The assailant's blood, relentless, pierced through Herald's shoulder and advanced towards his face. At that critical moment, a cloud of black flames surged up, enveloping and then dispersing the blood.
Ty sprang into action, his fist alight with black flames streaked with silver. He delivered a fierce punch to the man's chin, sending him flying back and crashing into the wall with a resounding thud.
