Furthermore, it hardly mattered what desperate countermeasures the small humans decided to deploy… They would inevitably fall short.
The ancient entity locked within the mutant meat chassis harbored the unshakeable certainty of a being that had already weathered the apex of human strength.
It had already tasted the absolute ceiling of Ren's draconic output. And it had survived.
During their initial clash, this stitched-together mutant vessel had been significantly smaller. It had not yet absorbed the stolen guardian cores currently sitting in its chest, and its overall physical mass was a mere fraction of its present towering state.
Even in that incomplete, fragile condition, the ancient parasite had successfully endured the synchronized, maximum-output barrage from Ren and the kingdom's heaviest hitters. It had been sealed away in the end, true, but it had not been broken.
It had walked away from the most devastating strike humanity had ever managed to coordinate.
