The sound wasn't coming from a single direction.
It was coming from all around.
From beneath his feet, from deep within the earth!
KLANG... KLANG... RUMBLE—
It was the sound of tens of thousands of gears, stirring back to life after eons of slumber.
The entire Ancient Golem Factory began to vibrate faintly.
As if a colossal beast of steel, asleep for a millennium, was slowly awakening.
But to Allen, it sounded no different from death's tolling bell.
Allen decisively activated the Flash Scroll he had been clutching tightly in his hand.
The life-saving trump card, worth five hundred Magic Stones, instantly dissolved into a swirl of distorted light that enveloped him completely.
SWISH!
Space warped for a moment.
The next second, Allen's figure had already left the secret chamber. Without a backward glance, he continued to sprint for the exit.
At the same time, he issued a command through his Spiritual Power network:
"All units! Full-speed retreat!"
