Ren carefully drew back the dense dragon energy currently flooding the channels in his left arm…
He didn't need to retract Mooshito's network, as the little mushroom had already condensed its presence deep within Ren's own core for hibernation.
With the system channels in his petrified arm temporarily clear, Ren reached out to the sprawling ethereal grid of the ancient corruption, the very same poisonous frequency he had been involuntarily tethered to through his spiritual crack for years now.
He carefully invited a tiny, heavily controlled trickle of that dark ether into his system, routing it straight down his left arm. He felt the familiar, sickening nausea, the agonizing burn of a poison his body normally wanted to reject, but it was a manageable dose.
Besides, the nerve endings in his crystallized arm barely registered the pain anymore.
He gathered just enough of the dark ether in his palm to condense a small, dense ball of purple corruption.
