As the battle in the skies intensified with the arrival of the Supreme Being, Emery dashed toward the stronghold's main keep. One of the golden constructs followed closely, cradling the half-conscious Veyarel in its massive arms. Two more golems marched at Emery's side, their heavy footfalls cracking stone beneath them. They were not wielders of spells or enchanted weapons. These were engines of war forged from pure cosmic metal and animated by the will of Rosin Karat himself.
The moment they arrived at the main keep walls, their impact was felt. A squad of enemy magus unleashed a barrage of spells—chain lightning surged across the corridor, spears of ice rained down, and blades of wind howled through the air. Yet the constructs did not falter.
