The dark ripples churning above Kyuubi's head swelled wider, spinning like an ink-black vortex that split the night sky. From within the Mark II, Ren felt a sickening premonition crawl straight into his marrow. Something about this wasn't right—something far more terrifying than the raw, destructive power of the nine-tailed fox itself.
"Hey, Trek… you see that?" Ren's voice was taut over the comms, his eyes locked on the ripples without blinking.
Trek blocked a strike from the seventh tail with a deafening crash, then leapt back to the lake's edge. His breathing was heavy, yet that bitter, gravelly laugh still came. "Hah! You think I'm blind, kid? Of course I see it! And unfortunately… I know a thing or two about it."
Ren's head snapped toward him, a chill running down his spine. "Wait. You're serious? What is it?"
