Howard had to exhaust his vitality. He did not have any other way. If he delayed any further, he would die. He could only see if his short burst of strength would allow him to break free from the suppression of his flames.
The ability to suppress flames was born to restrain fire element Metahumans like him. He was in a disadvantageous position. Howard was even slightly scared. In the past, he thought that one's class was all that mattered. But now, as a fire element Metahuman he had encountered his natural enemy.
His momentum continued to increase. Corpsedog and Concealed Arrow stayed close to him at all times.
Howard's blood flowed out from his skin like a ceremonial robe being cut up again and again. He could no longer feel his left arm. There were countless injuries on his body.
He once considered himself to be the best in the world, but now he was running for his life. This was a huge hit to Howard. It made him very angry!
