Chapter 22: Ch:22 The Cost of Power
The air cracked.
The fourth golem lunged forward with a thunderous roar, its stone fists swinging with an unnatural speed and precision—each punch landing like a thunderclap.
Dila stood behind it, her trembling arms conducting the rhythm like a fevered composer on a battlefield stage.
Her magic staff moved like a conductor's baton, weaving patterns through the air, each motion triggering a flurry of destruction.
BAM—BAM—BAM—BAM!
The masked man's body was pummeled without pause.
His head snapped back—
His ribs cracked from blunt force—
His legs buckled but couldn't fall, pinned tight by the other golems.
Dila screamed as she cast, not in fear but from the overwhelming strain:
"Achh—ahhh—gahhh—HAAA—Gyaaa!!"