Yano's Shadow Dragon loomed mere minutes away, completely oblivious, lazily guarding its ring without the slightest realization that death was currently crouching at the very edge of its territory.
Ren ran a final diagnostic on his internal network. He was operating at virtually one hundred percent capacity, the refined environmental ether smoothly topping off his remaining deficit.
He glanced over at the girls. All three of them were tense and fully prepared for combat, with their carefully regulated twenty-five percent fraction of the primordial dragon energy circulating smoothly through their veins just like the rest of the elites, each one possessing a crystal-clear understanding of their role.
Every single combatant had requested the exact same calibrated dose.
He scanned the overcast sky, searching for the small avian messenger that would deliver the first vital confirmation.
And he waited.
