Each time an arm swung, a Heroic Spirit was cut in half, its Spirit Body dissipating.
Each time a foot stepped forward, a Heroic Spirit ensnared by tentacles and unable to evade was trampled into the ground, silent forevermore.
It was like a brutal selection.
The weak, the slow, the sluggish, all ruthlessly eliminated.
They either turned to dust under the golem's physical impact or were drained of energy in despair, becoming dried Soul Cores.
Julia's eyes were filled with rage; she attempted to organize a counterattack, but the golem's defense was equally astonishing.
The Heroic Spirits' blades only sparked faintly against its mixed-material body, leaving shallow white marks, incapable of inflicting effective damage.
Meanwhile, Svanni remained calmly seated on the golem's shoulder, neither taking action nor interfering, merely watching their struggle silently.
With a scrutinizing gaze moving over the various Heroic Spirits, as if evaluating something.
