The forty-mile march to the crashed stealth dropship did not take days. For an entity operating at the absolute pinnacle of terrestrial physics, distance was merely a suggestion.
Ren did not run. He simply walked with a terrifying, frictionless efficiency that completely bypassed the standard limitations of human biomechanics. His Level 50 Abyssal Sovereign architecture propelled his two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame across the petrified obsidian avenues at a steady, silent forty miles per hour.
To Chloe, who was once again enveloped in the perfectly stable, climate-controlled vacuum of his Aura of the Void, the ruined alien metropolis blurred past them like scenery outside a high-speed bullet train. She didn't have to walk; the localized gravity well generated by Ren's massive Intelligence and Strength stats effortlessly pulled her along in his slipstream, allowing her exhausted Level 2 human biology to rest while they crossed the dead city.
