He was still trying to completely wrap his head around the scene in front of him when the merging completed.
He watched both forms finish their reorganization across the few seconds the process required — the three-golem merge resolving first, the surface boundary between the three joined forms fully absorbed into the single structure, the result standing at a height that the individual golems had not reached, the proportions of it carrying the specific quality of something built for significant force.
The two-golem merge finished shortly after.
Smaller than the three-golem form but larger than any individual golem. The same proportional quality. The same settled, weighted stance of something that was not concerned about its ability to apply what it was carrying.
Two merged golems.
He read both through the ambient field.
