Regardless of his frustration, the apocalyptic countdown was no longer suffocating them with the same terrifying urgency as before.
His system would be completely purged very soon. And while the hyper-compressed walls of the star-prison were undeniably losing their lateral thickness due to the constant tectonic stretching, the core structural integrity remained incredibly dense. Ren meticulously ran the arithmetic and concluded he possessed a sufficient window to hunt down the sovereign dragon cores and the elemental rings they guarded before the semi-adamantium cage finally buckled.
His organic vessel still bore scattered patches of jagged crystal here and there, and his left forearm remained a solid, transparent block from the elbow down to his fingertips, possessing several layers left to transmute.
But repairing those superficial damages could wait.
Reclaiming flawless skin, regrowing muscle tissue, and fully restoring his left arm simply did not carry the same weight as completing the critical missions that would actively decide the fate of the world. Ren was perfectly capable of slaughtering a sovereign guardian with a crystallized arm. Yet he could not fight if Selthia successfully assimilated the final two dragons while he was busy prioritizing his cosmetic appearance.
Ruthless prioritization was the only path to win.
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Ren returned to the monolithic dome.
Operating in flawless tandem with his usual Vanguard assets, consisting of Julius, Taro, the elite earth manipulators, and all the girls deploying their primary and secondary affinities, they successfully regenerated the subterranean dome damage turning into the monster’s escape tunnel.
The monstrous corruption trapped inside continued to scratch. It was relentless, incredibly stubborn, agonizingly expanding the gouge millimeter by millimeter with the chilling patience of an entity that never required sleep. Every single day, it carved a fraction more. Every single day, the strike force aggressively packed the stone back in. It was a grueling, agonizingly slow tectonic tug-of-war between a nightmare digging toward the vault door and the elite Tamers desperately keeping it out.
For the moment, humanity was winning that war of attrition and slowly yet steadily expanding their margin of error.
It was a marginal victory, but a victory nonetheless.
And with the newly synthesized second crystal safely secured in his shadow space, his biological system operating at sixty-seven percent, and two ancient sanctuaries officially claimed, Ren finally possessed the tactical assets required to initiate the next phase of the campaign.
The sovereign dragons of Light and Darkness.
Starting, very soon, with the Darkness Dragon from Yano’s side.
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Ren was utterly drained now, that bone-deep exhaustion that gripped him every single day after reinforcing the dome.
Yet his brutal schedule was far from over. Selphira formally summoned him to the royal quarters.
The constant stream of messenger birds, and specifically the jarring mention of a petrified statue bearing a terrifying resemblance to Liora, had pushed the ancient Ashenway into a state of profound anxiety. She had waited with admirable, agonizing patience for Ren to conclude his critical architectural duties, refusing to pressure him or artificially accelerate the impending crisis.
But now she needed to see it... She desperately needed visual confirmation.

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