Ren fought with every ounce of strength he had left. Every system in the Mark II had been pushed to its limit; the heat gauge on his HUD flashed red, warning that the armor wouldn't hold out much longer. But retreat wasn't an option.
The nine-tailed fox wasn't relying on brute force alone—it was a living storm. Each swing of its claws could level buildings, each lash of its tails shattered the ground and sent shockwaves through the air. Ren had tried to change the battlefield—detonating charges along the lake's edge to create muddy craters and pools, hoping to slow the giant's advance. The result? The creature simply leapt over them as if the traps were nothing more than pebbles.
