Max was cleanly decapitated without a chance to defend himself. His face was distorted in shock but that was it.
The golems used their spear to hurl his body to the side like it were trash that they were done with.
Turning their attention over to Elena and the rest, they gave off the pressure that caused the party to take several steps back until they were out of range.
With that, the golems walked back majestically to where they once stood and returned to their original posture, once again waiting for the ignorant fool that would dare to cross their paths.
The trouble had passed and for a moment, it seemed like they had suffered a single loss.
Just then, Conan spoke up, feigning sadness. "Quite unfortunate. I liked the young lad."
"Heh, the feeling is not mutual." A familiar voice remarked from behind the group.
Conan whipped his head back to find Max standing a few meters behind him with a smile on his handsome visage.
