The Lone Wanderer

A strange gelatinous liquid oozed out of the walls, the black droplets of sludge pooling at their base.

Bulky appendages rose from the tar-like substance, before solidifying, making metallic groans as they pushed against the floor. An army of obsidian golems slowly took shape, pulling themselves out of the swamp, each of them as tall as a man. Their features became increasingly defined over time, a series of shallow indentations forming on their surface, before ultimately lighting up in a dim Yellow colour.

‘Holy shit! How many do we need to fight at once?!’ Percy asked.

He lost count after thirty. Plus, the dark liquid was still pouring down the sides of the cube, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

‘The small ones aren’t a problem. Those at Green are the issue.’ Gabe replied.

And just as he said that, Percy noticed a few larger silhouettes coming to life a couple rows back. Even while hunched over, they were twice as tall as the weaker variants, their long arms thicker than a tree’s trunk.

One of the giants took its first step forward, inadvertently crushing a smaller golem under its fist, a series of bright green inscriptions lighting up all over its smooth surface. The others soon followed, each of their strides sending a tremor through the floor.

But Gabe was too preoccupied to worry about that right now. The first batch of Yellow golems was already upon them. As for Percy, he understood he’d only get in his host’s way, so he relaxed, relying on Gabe to handle them.

And handle them he did.