Elliot leaned over the tray, hands trembling, face almost touching the small golem's cold helmet. "Please, move."
Everyone watched with bated breath. For three heartbeats, nothing. Snorts began to spread through the students, all silenced by a metallic groan.
Their eyes widened as the golem's armguard caught the classroom's light. It moved its arms, crossing them over its cuirass. Two red lights burst from the visor before they fell on Elliot.
Pupils constricted, the students watched the golem bend the knee, fist on its right chest as a knight would before its lord. A graveyard silence settled. Not a word—just disbelief etched onto youthful faces more clearly than the golem's engraved armor. Even Viktor's hand froze mid-brush on his moustache, a question tearing through his mind.
Did Adam and Elliot achieve the impossible despite their lack of knowledge and modest materials?
"THE... THE GOLEM... IT MOVES!" A student's scream cut through the silence like a blast in a crypt.
