CRACKLE! SWOOSH!
The earth trembled. Everything was shaking—the very foundation of the arena quaked as if it were welcoming the arrival of its emperor.
A massive axe rose from the earth, its presence as grand as the mother of the world itself—vast, encompassing, and the pinnacle of defense.
Even though the crowd had seen this before, it never failed to surprise them. The aura it exuded was simply too domineering, like the emperor of an entire world.
The axe shrank in size as it landed in the Golem's hand. The Golem shone with a brown light, its form compressing, but its aura doubling in intensity.
The armor on its body became thicker and darker, exuding an unbreakable presence, symbolizing the ultimate defense.
When the crowd saw this, they sighed, shifting their gazes to the Elven Girl, wondering how she would counter this—or if this meant her defeat.
