Ren rolled through the floor, his body smoking heavily from the exchange and the seven ruin crystals trailing erratically behind him.
By the time he reestablished his center of gravity and landed on his feet, he was significantly closer to the open threshold than he had been at any point during the entire battle.
Proximity, however, was not enough…
The colossal purple dragon still stood between him and the doorway, a towering mountain of corrupted mass armed with five lethal heads. Furthermore, the little Witch possessed the ability to materialize directly beside him whenever she pleased.
They were also not going to grant him the breathing room required to strategically position the jamming crystals.
They were not even going to grant him a second to breathe.
