Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1216

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216 - Taming the Old World - Respite - 2

Julius visited the dome daily to run meticulous structural diagnostics, eventually refining his original countdown. The mathematical projection settled at a hard fifteen days, rather than the initial fourteen.

Regardless of the math, the absolute strongest elites of the Vanguard established a relentless, rotating guard duty around the star-prison. No one genuinely trusted the calculation... They were terrified the trapped monstrosity was deliberately attempting to deceive them, playing the long game just to drastically accelerate its digging speed at the very last part.

Absolutely no one wanted to be looking the other way if the spoon somehow managed to shatter the wall ahead of schedule.

But the monolithic dome held firm, degrading at the exact microscopic pace Julius had predicted. The nightmare trapped inside was not advancing any faster than anticipated.

For the moment, neither side of the apocalyptic war made a move. It was a fragile truce forged entirely of absolute exhaustion and crystals.

The girls established a relentless rotation at Ren’s bedside.

Luna barely moved from her chair. Carrying the fresh, freezing burden of the corruption within her own system now, that terrifying, toxic thread her shadow wolf had ripped and swallowed, she understood vastly better than anyone else now exactly what would happen to the world if Ren did not wake up soon and corruption won. She also refused to let him wake up alone in the dark.

Larissa silently managed the logistics, bringing in untouched meals with Maria’s gentle assistance. Liora sat beside the bed for hours, meticulously flickering tiny, highly controlled spiritual flames over the jagged crystalline spikes that Ren’s own immune system was desperately trying to reject. She used the targeted heat to forcefully stimulate his cellular response, agonizingly reclaiming his skin centimeter by centimeter.

Sirius, fully recovered but noticeably quieter and more brooding than before, sat in the corner of the infirmary for hours on end, rarely speaking. Lykea refused to leave his side for a single second.

One day.

Two days.

Five agonizing days.

The massive, terrifying slabs of crystal encasing the vast majority of Ren’s arms absolutely refused to yield.

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On the eighth day, Julius pressed his palm against the vibrating adamantium dome, and a dark scowl etched itself across his face.

"It is accelerating," the Qilin prince murmured, keeping his voice incredibly low to ensure the tamers stationed nearby wouldn’t hear him. "The countdown is no longer fifteen days. It is thirteen days. Perhaps less. The entity has adapted. It learned how to carve the stone using a vastly more efficient angle."

Selphira didn’t respond. She merely turned her ancient eyes toward the distant infirmary window where Ren lay unconscious, silently calculating the rapidly shrinking margin of survival.

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Day ten arrived, stretching the collective sanity of the Vanguard to its absolute breaking point.

Ten days of relentless guard duty. Ten days of elite healers shaking their heads in grim defeat. Ten days of listening to a trapped, apocalyptic monster relentlessly scratching away at its cage. Ten agonizing days of an entire continent collectively holding its breath, completely terrified, unsure if their Glorious General would ever open his eyes, or if they would be forced to face the nightmare trapped in the courtyard without him.

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