The strike landed, but the obsidian barely cracked under the force of his blade. His eyes widened in frustration, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He leapt backward as the second golem swung a massive arm toward him, narrowly dodging the blow as it whooshed past his chest.
"Athena, we need magic!" Cyrus yelled, his feet skidding across the uneven ground as he tried to gain distance.
Athena, already repositioning herself behind a crumbled pillar, raised her hand and conjured a torrent of crackling energy. She launched it toward the first golem, the bright arc of lightning slamming into its chest with a thunderous crash. The energy danced across the obsidian surface, but the creature barely faltered. Its steps slowed for just a moment, and Athena gritted her teeth.
"They're resistant to magic!" she shouted, her voice strained.
