Over a hundred bronze golems thundered into the ancient hall—an unstoppable tide of metal feet, each step shaking dust from the vaulted ceiling. Their eyes glowed with cold, uniform light, marching in perfect formation. Among them strode five silver-class golems, taller and heavier, each radiating the oppressive aura of a grand magus realm opponent.
The sound alone—steel grinding, cores humming, echoing like drums of war—sent a ripple of fear through the Nova Roma magus.
"Do not falter!!" Julian roared, voice slicing through the rising panic. "I have sent the signal! Hold your ground—help will come!!"
The words ignited something in the Nova Roma magus. Fear hardened into resolve; their auras surged brighter, domains flaring as they formed defensive rings.
Julian turned to Emery—nothing needed to be said. The Nova Roma would face the tide of golems. Emery and his group would confront Dravic and the monstrous guardian at his side.
