Adam's breath hastened with each step the smirking puppet took. This was it: the last plan—the final confrontation. 'It has to work.'
Fist raised and sweat trickling down his tensed cheeks, he waited for the perfect opportunity before he thundered.
"Now!" Dense wisps of mana engulfed his eyes.
The ground rumbled in answer, hundreds of stone hands rising as if the earth itself wanted to restrain the puppet. They gripped his legs, torso, and arms, not leaving a single spot of his ashen skin untouched and shrouding his vision.
The golem's four cannon arms roared to life in the same second, blinding lights erupting in their dark muzzle depths.
Yet, the rocks groaned, then melted into molten liquid as the puppet stepped forward with a sneer. Green demonic energy swirled around his untouched body. Yet his eyes narrowed into slits, the mocking words catching in his throat.
