It was not a soft, ambient hum.
It was not the gentle, pulsing glow that characterized Ren's Silver-tier autonomous defenses out on the plains.
It was an enormous discharge.
The retreating frontline of Tamers, having been pushed until they were only a few feet behind the dormant monolith, had barely crossed into the shadowed 'safety' of the castle gates when the weapon finally answered.
The adamantium chassis did not just light up; it erupted in a blinding, sapphire flare of deep mana. The concealed Diamond-rank roots hidden deep within the metallic shell burst from the subterranean dirt surrounding the structure.
They did not sprout slowly... Dozens of hyper-compressed wooden arms reinforced to mirror the exact terrifying output of Ren's triple-fusion, shot outward like a volley of high-caliber artillery.
They slammed into the vanguard of the Platinum horde with the accumulated, roaring force of a construct that had been greedily drinking from a primordial mana vein.
