A single, hijacked counterattack had cost her dozens of elite beasts. Ren had traded up, achieving vastly more destruction than the brief interruption of his team's beams had cost him.
Furious, Selthia immediately shifted the offensive parameters of her annoying magma head.
She replaced the magma with the blackish-purple corrosive liquid that was currently melting the tower. She logically feared that Ren would simply hijack another thermal strike, and the synthetic corrosive sludge was much harder for him to steal and redirect with the same clean efficiency.
Up in the clouds, the girls watched Ren with soaring pride. Even Selphira allowed a grim, razor-sharp smile to touch her lips as she witnessed the devastating return volley. It was exactly the kind of impossible, improvisational genius that only Ren could pull off in the middle of battle.
But their triumphant smiles instantly froze when they looked back down at the castle gates.
