The deafening clash of divine halberds against the marble floor sent ringing sonic shockwaves through the shattered center of Embassy Square.
Three colossal Contract Golems stepped forward from the vanguard, their gilded frames glowing with blinding runic script that deflected all incoming spells.
"Their armor plating is reinforced with five layers of celestial parchment," Vasa shouted from behind the defensive barricade, her eyes glowing with analytical frost light.
"Every rune represents a signed covenant from an off-world cosmic deity," Vasa added, projecting the tactical weak points onto the squad's shared visual network.
"Standard physical attacks are sliding right off their outer hulls," Jax warned, firing three armor-piercing rounds that ricocheted harmlessly off a golem's chest plate.
"The metal heals itself the instant a bullet touches it," Jax continued, watching the golden sparks scatter across the stone pavement.
