Petne's eyes burned with determination as he continued to fight the seemingly immortal golems. His strikes, fueled by his blood element, had been deadly—each one precise, each one carrying the weight of his vast power.
Yet no matter how many times he shattered the titans, they would rise again, their golden bodies reforming as if nothing had happened. It was a frustrating loop, a never-ending battle that tested even his patience.
But now, he had finally discovered the key to their resilience.
As the golems reformed for the fifth time, their golden stone bodies piecing themselves together with an eerie precision, Petne noticed something beneath the surface. The ground itself was pulsing with a faint, golden light—an energy that seemed to feed into the golems, knitting their forms back together.
His keen senses, heightened by his Primordial Chaos bloodline, allowed him to trace this energy back to its source.
