The last of the golden golems crumbled to dust at Petne's feet, the battlefield now littered with the remnants of what had once been an overwhelming army of stone and divine energy. His blood element pulsed faintly around him as he stood tall, his body emanating power and calm.
Bella, panting lightly from the exertion of her fight, wiped the sweat from her brow and let out a breath of relief.
"Well," she muttered between breaths, looking around at the scattered remains of the hundreds of golems they had defeated. "That was intense."
Petne merely nodded, his eyes scanning the clearing with a watchful gaze. Something in the air had shifted—something far more potent than before. The quiet that followed the destruction of the last golem felt ominous, heavy with anticipation.
His senses, honed over eons of battle, could feel it. This wasn't over. Not yet.
