Brass Puppet stepped forward confidently, leaving flaming footprints on the ground that melted even the sturdy iron floor.
Part of Adam's face was covered in severe burns, and the sharp metal debris had left many cuts on his body, making him bleed.
'Adam! Adam! Get up! You have to do something!'
Silvana's voice rang in his ears, but Adam heard nothing. The Brass Puppet blow had given Adam a severe brain concussion, and he was barely staying awake.
The only thing Adam saw - was an approaching fiery silhouette with a massive key in its hands. Adam could feel the heat from the fire even ten meters away, and the feeling of imminent death left his body with nothing else to do but squeeze everything out of itself.
'Get up.'
A calm voice spread through Adam's mind, strange and mechanical, the same as it had been in the battle against the Prime Stone Goliath.
