The bird was patient.
It t was barely under any pressure. Rean on the other hand was really starting to feel it.
That was the thing Rean had not fully accounted for in his initial read of it — the intelligence he had clocked in those amber eyes was not just predatory sharpness, it was the specific patience of something that had survived long enough to understand that rushing was for creatures that didn't know they would win. It circled the centre of the chamber at a low altitude, wings beating in slow, measured strokes, and watched him with the particular stillness of a thing that had already decided the outcome and was simply waiting for the timeline to catch up.
Rean needed time.
Not much. But enough.
He reached inward and pulled.
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He reactivated multimain in tandem with man not main.
