Ren flew at the absolute vanguard of the formation.
His core was near hollow, scraping the bottom at less than ten percent capacity. Yet, he carried the most dangerous trump card in human history in his mind, racing toward the royal castle where the fate of their half of the globe would finally be decided.
It was a dead sprint.
On one side of the rift, the artifact was systematically emptying the ancient sphere, swallowing centuries of accumulated ether.
On the other side, humanity's greatest defenders were tearing across the clouds.
Whoever reached their prize first would dictate exactly how the world ended.
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The girls already knew…
The classified intelligence reports had reached them long before Ren's exhausted silhouette broke through the clouds into the Yano Castle courtyard. When his boots finally hit the polished stone of the inner sanctum, he found them waiting for him right by the grand entrance, standing alongside Sirius.
