Lyon, who basked in the glory, asked, "What are you here for?"
The leader of the golems, its voice resonating with the timbre of ancient stone, answered Lyon's query. "You, esteemed emperor," it intoned, "Golem remember your feat. Golem survived because of an esteemed hero. Welcome esteemed hero to our city."
A faint smirk graced Lyon's lips as he acknowledged the gesture. "Stand up," he commanded.
In perfect synchrony, every golem rose, their colossal forms straightening as if in salute to the emperor. The sight was a testament to the enduring memory and gratitude of these elemental beings.
Yala's wide eyes took in the monumental scene, her lips slightly parted in awe. The immense power displayed by Lyon and the recognition from the golems left her both humbled and inspired. As the golems rose in unison, Yala couldn't help but murmur to herself, "To think Uncle Lyon faced all this and more... It's beyond extraordinary."
