As the endless columns of fresh Platinum horrors marched forward, the runic flow pulled by their hyper-dense, corrupted auras fed into the central ethereal dome.
The dome drank the raw energy greedily, and it rapidly expanded.
And as the runic perimeter grew, absolutely everything on the battlefield deteriorated for the Vanguard.
The combined elemental beams roaring from the mechanical dragon's three heads instantly doubled in thickness and velocity.
The power spike was terrifying, but it was the third head, the one relentlessly vomiting the synthetic, corrosive sludge onto the adamantium tower, that became an absolute nightmare. The acidic waterfall rained down with such huge volume and pressure that the Diamond-rank roots couldn't even begin to compensate.
High in the clouds, Ren fired another overclocked, hyper-condensed lightning bolt directly at the mechanical dragon.
