With the heavy swamp currently choked with high-tier corpses, a massive wave of spiritual fire delivered at the perfect moment would permanently cost Selthia many dozens of Platinum beasts in a single devastating strike.
It would transform a significant portion of her military assets into useless spiritual ash that her hive mind could never recycle.
That specific goal was exactly why their timing needed to be flawless.
Ren held his ground, carefully gauging the swamp's level of saturation. He mentally tracked the piling bodies, calculating the precise tipping point where burning the remains would inflict the maximum possible damage, without giving the corrupted horde enough time to pile, distract the guardian with more numbers, and start a serious feeding frenzy.
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Another twenty tense minutes drifted by…
