The days settled into a steady, quiet and pleasant rhythm.
One after another, the autonomous towers began to sprout across the Great Wall's vast perimeter. They rose from the blood-soaked dirt like a dotted line of carnivorous sentinels, blanketing a massive portion of the defensive line.
On the side, Ren tirelessly polished his three-way fusion. Every single time he summoned the colossal, Platinum-tier Hydra, the violent strain on his system lessened a bit.
The harsh spell that had initially brought him to his knees, rapidly hollowing out his core in minutes, was bending to his will. He could now sustain the beast's mountainous mass with barely a spike in his heart rate.
Canceling the fusion soon also no longer left him gasping for air; the energetic rebound barely even moving his expanding system veins.
Meanwhile, on the surface, the towers proved so lethally productive that they fundamentally altered the way the enemy behaved.
