Just as William was wondering what this piece of rock could do, a green magic circle appeared above the broken golem's head. As the circle manifested, the golem started to come alive, its damaged parts being wrapped in thick, emerald-green vines. The vines wove themselves into the golem's broken joints, acting as ligaments that held its stone body together. Slowly, the golem stood up, its movements still rigid but more fluid than before, thanks to the vine support.
The golem's left arm had been entirely replaced by a mass of vines, which moved and writhed like a cluster of tentacles, flexible and deadly. In its right hand, it gripped a long sword—old, rusted, yet still intimidating. Its body was a blend of metal and plant, a strange hybrid of nature and ancient machinery. Its head was a menacing sight, with a glowing red eye peeking out from behind the cracks, giving it a sinister and almost sentient appearance.
