With a simple order, the golems rose.
Each one spread out across the battlefield, absorbing the ground beneath them and creating massive craters. The terrain shifted, forming cone-like pits that sucked in dozens of demons, trapping them with no way to escape.
The golems, however, moved without difficulty. Their feet remained connected to the earth itself, drawing stability and strength from it.
They smashed, crushed, and pierced everything around them, their attacks sending shockwaves through the air, echoing with the cries of dying demons.
But even amid this devastation, the demons refused to stop. In acts of spiteful rage, they began slaughtering the prisoners—murdering the helpless in defiance.
That was why Roland charged ahead, fearless and unrelenting.
He knew he couldn't save them all. He only hoped that one day, he would be forgiven for the lives lost because of his actions.
But he could still save the majority.
