Ren stood facing the sand giant, whose roar shattered the sky and rattled the remaining glass windows around the plaza. Fierce winds whipped fine dust in wild spirals around the battlefield.
Simultaneously, Ren spoke into his helmet system."Ultro, are you ready?"
『Yes, Master… As predicted. That sand giant is just a shell. The real Malik is located somewhere inside — I'm detecting core energy and thermal activity in the center of its chest.』
Ren nodded quietly. "Got it." He shot upward, circling the giant's head, bait in motion.
The sand giant swung at him with its fists, but Ren focused his mind on recalculating tactics. "What's our ordnance status?"
『Unfortunately, we're out of missiles. Plasma rounds have drained considerable power from the arc reactor — only 30% energy reserves remaining.』
"Just thirty percent?" Ren murmured, unsettled.
『Time Acceleration Field use consumed much fuel. Thirty percent remains — but your margin for error is razor-thin, Master.』
