The Golem King saw it and could not help but tremble in excitement. It was one of the objects of legend. He had one himself, but the Earth Core he had was weaker. The ancients that made them and charged them with the vow they had to fulfill were tied to the large Earth Core behind him.
The Earth core was powered by death. The more blood and flesh they offered to the large Earth Core, the more energy it had.
The Golems had faced several races. The Lizards weren't the only ones. And the number of their enemies grew more and more.
The Golem King even concluded that they would all soon die. But true to their charge, the golems accepted their fate.
But the appearance of that object was like hope to them in their darkening despair.
"A... Prime Earth Core?"
