Ren scanned the cramped notes without slowing his mount.
Far from bothering him, the news came as a welcome relief. Knowing the enemy was backing off meant he did not have to push his Mantis into a frantic sprint anymore, allowing the group to maintain a steady cruising speed and save every bit of their stamina for the fight itself.
A week ago, watching the enemy scatter to deny him a clean multi-kill would have annoyed him. Now, looking at the bigger board, he could not care less about the rank-and-file mutants. He was not flying south to pad a body count; he was here for the dragon, the ring, and the core.
Whether Selthia lost a hundred Platinums today or two hundred made very little difference in the grand scheme of things, not when her mountain incubators and outer-ring hunting packs could replace those losses before tomorrow afternoon. Trying to win this war by burning individual beasts was like trying to empty a beach from its sand with a broom.
