Rip.
Had you ever heard the sound of a heart breaking?
It did not burst like a balloon. It sounded more like a water pipe with a hole punched in it.
Blood spurted out, trickling down from his palm.
The beating heart was like a ball slipping from someone's hand, slowly losing its bounce.
"So even Extremis can't survive without a heart."
The voice was indifferent.
Savin's mouth opened and closed. He raised a trembling hand, trying to take his heart back.
Yet that tiny distance seemed as vast as the ends of the earth.
Darkness consumed his consciousness. In the end, all that remained in his mind was that pair of emotionless vertical pupils.
They would follow him into hell, until he sank into oblivion.
The wand touched Savin's temple. Silvery threads were drawn from his mind and finally settled inside John's vial.
John looked at the female driver, whose body was glowing orange-red over a wide area, on the verge of exploding.
He walked over and saw the terror in her eyes.
The driver had actually wanted to move earlier, but a single look from John had left her like prey caught in a predator's gaze, her body rigid and unable to move.
Savin's effortless death was seared into her mind.
Panic filled her face as she listened to the approaching footsteps of death.
The orange-red glow grew increasingly intense.
The incomplete Extremis Virus was unstable and could cause explosions.
The driver was right on the brink of exploding. She held it in, ready to drag this devil in human form down to hell the instant John reached her.
Yet when John stood before her, she could not even move.
"Die!" A former soldier, the driver summoned every ounce of strength she had.
Fire burst from her veins,