Chapter 342: The Golem Maker Who Carried a Prison
Elyn's POV
And that, surprisingly enough, was how I spent the rest of my day.
Well... most of it.
Brixton proudly led us through the quiet streets of the Golemhold Territory, pointing out places he liked while Thalira loudly insisted she had intended to show us those exact places first.
No one believed her.
Especially not Brixton.
Eventually, after several turns down wide stone roads and across a bridge carved entirely from shimmering gray crystal, Brixton suddenly stopped.
His ears perked up.
"We're here," he announced.
I followed his gaze.
"...Where?" I asked him.
"My golem maker," he said. "I'll show you."
He hurried ahead, and the rest of us followed after him.
At first, I saw nothing.
Then something moved.
The ground trembled beneath our feet.
A deep, slow, heavy sound echoed through the valley.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
My eyes slowly drifted upward.
Then higher.
Then even higher.
"...What..."
