The beast made of clay brought to life with dark magic, and the souls of the abandoned, cry in pain as divine steel meets its face.
The whole point of the golem was that it was the perfect weapon.
It felt no pain, no magic could overcome it and no amount of bludgeoning can break it.
But it made a small mistake.
It was programmed to fight mages, technological marvels and heroes blessed with the powers of gods.
It assumed that what it was fighting was anything but a god.
No, this time, fate had handed the monstrous golem a bad hand.
Eira is a god.
And now that fact will come to bite it in the arse.
"I see. So you were specifically created to deal with Jixo, is that it? It really is too bad but I've already decided to help defend Atlantis."
She notices the small tattoo on its forehe
