This wasn't a battlefield, it wasn't a migratory resting point… It was a farm.
It was a sprawling, corruption engineered hatchery where strong mutants, concealed by the invisible runes carved into the volcanic rock, executed its gruesome cannibalistic cycle in a perfectly controlled environment. The swarm was deliberately concentrating its biomass, forcefully churning out Platinum-tier horrors.
They were manufacturing the exact siege weapons required to assault the Fire Guardian.
Ren briefly considered diving into the crater and exterminating them right now to buy humanity some extra time and...
'Time for what?'
He paused, letting the adrenaline recede, and studied the writhing mass below with a colder, more analytical eye.
