Ren Askar had not moved an inch. He stood in a state of profound, unnatural stillness, the kind of rigid composure possessed only by those who are undergoing a violent cognitive restructuring.
He was holding his physical form in a state of total stasis, diverting every ounce of metabolic and mental energy away from his muscles and into the frantic, terrifying processing of the data Rex had just unleashed.
"The woman who founded the Legion," Ren said, his voice sounding hollow, as if it were coming from a vast distance. "Celestina Von Starlight."
"Yes," Rex replied.
"She isn't just a shadow, is she?" Ren's eyes were fixed on nothingness. "She is moving against Aethelgard."
"She is building toward it," Rex corrected, his tone sharpening. "The canyon engagement isn't just a distraction; it is her window of opportunity."
"The moment the shield is lowered, she strikes."
