Scorn made his way out of the crashed spacecraft and looked at his wounds. Two at least were rather serious by human standards, but Scorn had lost his humanity a few years ago now, hadn't he? He was a Red Lantern now, and it would certainly take much, much more damage to his being to actually be considered worthy of attention. The napalm blood was seeping through the wounds, dropping onto the metal and earth below with sizzling sounds.

"The rage will heal it over time..."

Scorn looked at the destroyed craft. Could this be it? The reason why his rage had led him back to earth? No... no, a ship full of murderous beasts was bad, but not bad enough to warrant the attention of cities or planets full of similar natured beings...

"Something more approaches this way... it's far from this planet still, but I can feel the rage growing in me as it nears..."