Hye watched the streams with a cold gaze. The warriors his shadow arms encountered were no longer the fodder of the outer rim.
These were elites. Where his technique used to subvert an enemy mind in a matter of seconds, it was now taking minutes of gruelling mental attacks to secure a single warrior. His consumption of standard bones had spiked.
"If you want to raise the stakes, then it's time I use a higher grade of fuel," he conceded with a mocking grin.
He was far from defeated. As long as the enemy could not breach the tight encirclement of his other-universal ships, he was effectively untouchable. He would have been perfectly content to sit back and play this game of attrition indefinitely, were it not for the old man whose life was currently ticking away under a barrage of Toranks fire.
