The tendrils struck multiple golems at once, piercing their cores with deadly precision. The ground shook as several more golems collapsed into dust, their divine cores shattered by Petne's overwhelming power. The crimson tendrils retracted, swirling around him like a living storm of blood energy, his movements fluid and calculated.
The remaining golems hesitated for the briefest of moments, but their programming—or perhaps their arrogance—compelled them to keep pressing forward.
Bella, still catching her breath, couldn't help but marvel at the sight. Petne was a force of nature in his own right, and watching him systematically dismantle an army of 5-star God Realm golems without even tapping into his full power was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Still, there was a lingering amusement between them.
"Alright, alright," Bella muttered to herself. "I'd love to see him handle just one of those while not looking like he's on a coffee break."
