On the western side of the fortress, the sun had reached its peak as the dust and smoke of battle began to settle. Ren stood on cracked, scorched earth, his body surrounded by static sparks from armor that was nearing its performance limit. In front of him, Veskar lay collapsed—his body tattered, barely recognizable as the creature that had dominated the skies just moments ago.
"Uurgh…" Veskar groaned softly, his voice no longer a fearsome roar, but more like the wheeze of a beast trampled by time.
Ren controlled his breathing. His chest rose and fell beneath his armor, the sensors in his helmet pinging faintly, warning of critically low power reserves. "Haah... Haaah... He's still moving," he muttered, eyes locked on Veskar's writhing form that refused to die.
『Master… foreign energy signature still active. Target's energy fluctuations have not decreased,』 Ultro's flat voice echoed in Ren's helmet like a cold slap of logic.
