Myles saw it clearly. That pulsing mass, buried beneath layers of torn flesh and broken limbs, throbbed with a rhythm that did not match the rest of the creature's body.
It was steady and unmistakably alive compared to everything else that felt hollow and wrong on the creature's form. That was it. That was definitely the heart.
Crimson energy flowed faintly around him. He could feel it brushing against his skin like a thin veil, and it grounded his thoughts instantly.
He did not need to look to know Lilian was still above them, holding the line against whatever unseen force tried to creep into their minds.
"The heart!" Myles shouted.
He did not explain further because he knew that he did not need to. He trusted them to see it, to understand and move at the right moment.
And he moved first.
His body shot forward without hesitation, cutting straight through the chaos of thrashing limbs.
