Adam tried to keep the golem locked in place, his eyes narrowed on her blade of light. Just like with his Qi, it drank the light from his mana arsenal, dismantling weapons by the dozen with each second crawling by.
But he had already condensed thousands and kept adding more to replace the ones absorbed. After all, he might be a modest apprentice in rank, but his heart fed his chaotic circuits inexhaustible torrents of mana.
And for the first time, the emotionless features of the golem shifted. The corners of her carved lips slightly twitched. Was it shock or something else? He damned hoped it was the first, even though he doubted it, considering her next move.
Unfazed by the ocean of weapons surrounding her, she uncoiled her blades from his and tiptoed back with her usual grace. Then, she lunged, not away—at him, as if she still had the upper hand.
Adam swung his Chronoscar to meet her blades while dismissing the cracked frame of his macuahuitl.
CLANG
