The battlefield had become a chaotic tableau of destruction, with the colossal form of Akasha looming over us like a nightmarish specter. My golems and Galant gathered around me as we assessed our situation. The failed attempt to strike Akasha's core had made it clear that brute force alone wouldn't be enough.
"We need something stronger, more potent," I mused aloud, considering the options at our disposal.
Galant, his eyes narrowing with determination, spoke up, "The chaotic energy she wields is formidable, but it's also her vulnerability. If we can somehow disrupt or negate that energy, we might have a chance."
Mike, Ike, and still reformed Harold, nodded in agreement. "So, how do we go about that?" Mike questioned, his metallic voice resonating with curiosity.
