Amid the chaos of battle, a grim realization struck them all.
The Colossus wasn't merely large. Its body gleamed with a silver sheen, every plate forged from a tier-seven material—an alloy that rivaled mythical mithril yet was denser than starmetal. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a god-forged abomination, a walking treasure of lost divine craftsmanship.
"It has six cores!" Julian's voice cut through the din. "We need to destroy them all!"
Dravic snarled, his hammer dripping molten heat as he parried a colossal swing from the monster. "It protects them too tightly! I can't reach them alone—I need more help to distract it!"
The magma-bearded Grand Magus spun sharply toward his comrade. "Vashka! Stop playing around and assist us!"
