The students stood transfixed, watching the aftermath of their failed assault on the golem. The cloud of dust from their attacks had cleared, but what lay before them defied all their expectations. The golem was still standing, its massive form unscathed, an immovable force in the center of the room.
One student, his face pale with disbelief, finally broke the silence. "This… this is impossible! Those attacks should've torn a Grade 2 mutant to pieces. How can it still be standing? It doesn't even have a scratch!"
The short-haired boy standing nearby clenched his jaw, irritation clear in his expression. Gripping a katana in his right hand, he glared at the others. "Maybe it's not the mutant that's strong," he sneered, "maybe you all are just weak." Three other students stood beside him, each wielding a battle axe, and their faces bore the same grim determination.
