As they cautiously followed the suicidal march deeper into the rings, the heavy, sinking suspicion in Ren's chest metastasized.
Something was about to change. He didn't have the exact data to prove what it was yet, but the crushing, suffocating sensation accumulated with every single mile they flew. It was a primal dread Ren had learned the hard way never to ignore after everything he had barely survived.
Finally, the corrupted trail breached the Platinum border.
The mutant swarm began to behave in a way Ren had never witnessed before. The corruption moved with a terrifying, absolute madness. It was sheer recklessness.
As he stared down at the suicidal march, his mind finally locked onto the only logical explanation for this anomaly. And the exact millisecond the realization fully crystallized, his stomach plummeted into his boots.
