The door remained sealed, and no one responded. Only the distant sounds of fighting, the clash of blades, and gunfire echoed through the area. If not for Albert's keen experience, noticing the faint trace of mana indicating that the workshop was still operating at full capacity to power the Sanctum Sanctorum's mechanisms, one might think the workshop was empty.
Unperturbed, Albert opened the door and entered. Inside, the workshop was filled with bronze golems armed with various weapons—halberds, spears, great axes, great swords, swords, and shields—all wielding cold, archaic weaponry.
At that moment, the golems' eyes glowed bright as fiery red mana activated their mechanisms. The mana cores roared to life as the golems slowly advanced toward Albert.
"Hmph, old tricks," Albert muttered as he watched the golems march toward him. This was the oldest trick in the book for mages.
