Every abyssal within range reacted at once.
Some froze mid-motion as if their instincts had short-circuited. Others recoiled outright, corrupted forms pulling back from the battlefield as though proximity itself had suddenly become dangerous. The reaction rippled outward in an uneven wave, hesitation and an unfamiliar emotion (perhaps, fear?!) actually managing to spread through the abyssal demigods' ranks.
The earth-golem abyssal did not have the luxury of hesitation.
Aurem was already upon it.
The golem demigod towered over the western front like a moving mountain, its body layered with compacted stone, twisted metal, and abyssal energy that drifted from its body like a cloak made of smoke.
Its domain churned the ground beneath it into a grotesque workshop of corruption, raw matter being pulled up, reshaped, and used to make more earth golems that would attack anything non-abyssal around them.
Boom
Golden claws tore into its chest.
