Chapter 340: Assassins in Grafen (2) The Futile Attempt
The golem stopped in front of the assassins, its glowing eyes fixed on them. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of the assassins’ ragged breathing.
Then, the golem raised its arm and brought it down with a thunderous crash. The ground shook, and the assassins were thrown off their feet, their weapons clattering to the ground.
Before the assassins could recover from the golem’s sudden appearance, the ground trembled beneath them once more. The rock golem’s eyes blazed with a bright, ethereal light as it slowly raised its massive arm, its stone fingers curling into a fist. The air around them seemed to hum with a strange energy, and the assassins, still reeling from their encounter with the acid ants, could only watch in a mix of terror and awe.
Shade, the leader of the trio, scrambled to his feet, his instincts screaming at him to run. But before he could make a move, the golem’s fist came crashing down with the force of a small earthquake. The impact sent shockwaves through the tunnel, knocking the assassins off their feet once more. The walls shook, dust and debris raining down from the ceiling as the tunnel threatened to collapse under the sheer power of the golem’s strike.
The assassins barely had time to react as the golem advanced, its movements slow but deliberate. Shade could feel the cold, unyielding stone beneath his hands as he tried to push himself up, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. The air was thick with dust, making it hard to breathe, and the distant sound of the tunnel creaking under the strain only added to the growing sense of dread that filled his chest.
"Move!" Shade shouted, his voice hoarse as he tried to rally his companions. But the golem was already upon them, its massive form looming over them like a mountain. Viper and Wraith struggled to their feet, their eyes wide with fear as they stared up at the towering figure.
The golem’s eyes flared once more, and it swung its arm in a wide arc, aiming to crush the intruders with a single blow. But just as the golem’s fist began its descent, a loud, guttural roar echoed through the tunnel, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Out of the shadows, a massive figure leaped into the fray—Magria, Josephine’s Magma Bear. The bear’s body blazed with an intense heat, the lava-like substance that made up its form bubbling and crackling as it charged forward. The air around it shimmered with heat, and the golem seemed to hesitate, its arm pausing mid-swing as it registered the new threat.
Magria let out another roar, its voice reverberating through the tunnel as it lunged at the golem, slamming into the stone creature with the force of a runaway train. The impact sent a shockwave through the tunnel, and the golem staggered backward, its massive body teetering dangerously as it tried to regain its balance.