Ren and his three future wives waited in deep concealment, crouching dangerously close to the boundary of the Platinum 3 ring.
The grueling trek had consumed nearly the entire day. Taking to the skies was entirely out of the question, as an airborne beast group served as a glaring beacon to anything monitoring the airspace, and Min plus the artifacts simply could not cover a huge beast and maintain a seamless optical illusion at such high velocities against the wind. Consequently, they had advanced strictly along the ground.
They had moved with agonizing care, masking the entire strike force using the most advanced ethereal suppression artifacts they possessed carrying them around the small group.
Initiating even a minor skirmish was completely off the table.
