The surprise spiritual attack wrought by the silver human silhouette completely decimated the elven troops along the flanks.
Most of the soldiers did not die at the hands of the golems, succumbing instead to self-induced hysteria. The gruesome spiritual assault wore their souls down, turning virtually every single one of these resilient warriors into vulnerable madmen. Being torn into pieces by the golems would have been a mercy—a great many of them were dying senselessly in desperate, demented despair.
The golems advanced all the way. Without the fortress defenses, the city wasn't even an obstacle to these monsters. Like an unstoppable wave, the large stone army effortlessly demolished every single building along the way, their humongous fists punching through concrete and bringing about ruin. It did not take long for them to reach the great doors leading to an underground shelter.
