"KILL THEM!!"
Vashka's shriek cracked across the chamber like a whip.
At once, her two silver golems lunged forward—one barreling toward Athar, the other streaking straight for Emery with its arm-blade raised.
Emery moved, his feet gliding effortlessly over the ground as he tilted his body just enough for the blade to carve past him. Each slash came faster than the last, a blur of silver steel and mechanical fury, but Emery's movements were smoother still.
Then the change began.
Silver fur sprouted across his right arm, each strand glowing faintly as runes awakened. The muscles along his shoulder and bicep bulged, knitting with strength. His fist tightened, cosmic energy spirali ng, and he drove his charged fist forward.
BAMMMMM!!
The punch landed square in the golem's chest. Metal buckled inward as though struck by a meteor. The impact tore the construct off its feet, sending it crashing back several meters until it slammed into the wall, embedding itself deep in the stone.
