Regardless of his frustration, the apocalyptic countdown was no longer suffocating them with the same terrifying urgency as before.
His system would be completely purged very soon. And while the hyper-compressed walls of the star-prison were undeniably losing their lateral thickness due to the constant tectonic stretching, the core structural integrity remained incredibly dense. Ren meticulously ran the arithmetic and concluded he possessed a sufficient window to hunt down the sovereign dragon cores and the elemental rings they guarded before the semi-adamantium cage finally buckled.
His organic vessel still bore scattered patches of jagged crystal here and there, and his left forearm remained a solid, transparent block from the elbow down to his fingertips, possessing several layers left to transmute.
But repairing those superficial damages could wait.
