Before Harlowe could bark a command, the smaller cloaked figure raised their hand. The conduits embedded in the floor pulsed crimson.
The air split with a scream of metal as five new forms rose from the ground, half-formed golems, their limbs twisted, runes glowing erratically.
Clara gasped, stumbling back. "Impossible, those conduits were inactive!"
"Not anymore," Merlin muttered.
The chamber exploded into motion.
Nathan's daggers flashed, streaks of lightning and water colliding with the nearest construct. Sparks flew as the blades bit deep, shattering corrupted mana crystals embedded in its chest.
Seraphina extended a hand, frost spreading across the floor, the golem's feet froze mid-step, locking it in place before she shattered it with a precise strike of ice.
Harlowe moved like a storm, every swing of his weapon igniting the air, cutting through corrupted metal.
But the Veil's leader didn't move. He simply watched.
Merlin noticed.
