Selphira watched in horror as the Gold mutants began to violently mutate before her eyes. Their muscles swelled, tearing through their own scales. Their physical mass expanded, fueled by the premium, Platinum-grade meat they were swallowing whole.
And Ren wasn't at his best…
From a distance, he looked like an untouchable god. But up close, he was operating at perhaps thirty percent capacity, the residue of a man who had already murdered a Diamond-tier dragon, dismantled an ancient volcanic defense system, and flown halfway across the globe.
He was an incredibly powerful ally. He was the only piece on the board capable of halting a push that had previously seemed unstoppable.
But his reserves were finite, and everyone standing next to him knew it.
The wave of relief was painfully short-lived.
The moment the surviving commanders caught their breath and truly looked at Ren, the cold knot of dread returned to their stomachs.
