"Emery?! I am not him… not really."
The cloaked specialist's voice was quiet, strained, yet the familiarity rang unmistakably in Julian's ears. He barely had a second to process it—because the golem had already chosen its next prey.
With a grinding metallic roar, the construct angled its golden-lit eyes toward Dravic. The hammer in its hand hummed with heat and killing intent. Dravic, who had been inching toward the altar, immediately changed direction, scrambling back toward the Nova Roma group.
"I am NOT fighting that thing alone!! No chance!!"
Julian gritted his teeth. As much as he despised trusting Dravic, the situation was spiraling too quickly.
"…Fine," Julian hissed. "But if you make even one wrong move, I will kill you before the golem does."
Dravic swallowed but said nothing.
A burst of holy radiance flooded the hall.
