"Desmond!" Adam roared, and the answer came instantly.
The golem's helmeted head shifted, the red glow searching for the other intruder. All it could lock onto was a flying flask that shattered at its feet. Glass shards sprinkled the ground, made viscous by the murky grey liquid that spilt out.
Its enchantments flared on its torso for the briefest moment before falling silent. Not a threat, at least not one its protocols could identify.
However, Adam's smirk broadened even as the nightmare of enchanted steel took its next step. He lowered his head sideways, gesturing to remove an imaginary hat. "Courtesy of the best alchemist."
The moment the mechanical foot touched the viscous liquid, its composition adapted to metal. What was thick in texture turned light and greasy.
