Inside a kitchen, the sound of continuous chopping rang out. With each chop, a splashing sound reverberated.
A person with strange, distorted features was humming and chopping his own arm over the kitchen counter, splashing his blood.
His entire body was completely disproportioned, one arm bigger than the other, while one of his legs was too fat, as if suffering from elephantiasis.
The person's features very faintly resembled Vritra, but were also infinitely different from him.
Behind the guy, Red rubbed his brows, muttering in rage and irritation.
"Failure, failure, yet again another failure."
BOOOOM
He punched the distorted clone, pieces of flesh and organs exploding in all directions, and even the kitchen broke apart.
"Damnit, you aren't as great of a treasure as I thought you to be. Why can't you do just this one thing?"
Red combed his fingers through his hair, removing the tiny pieces of flesh.
