The red lights in the darkness multiplied.
One became three.
Three became six.
Then more appeared behind them.
John stood at the front of the group, his eyes fixed on the approaching shapes.
The mechanical sound grew louder.
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
Each step echoed through the mine.
Lythriel moved beside John, spear ready.
"How many?"
John focused his senses.
"At least ten."
Darius tightened his grip on his weapon.
"Ten monsters?"
John shook his head.
"Not monsters."
The stranger stepped backward.
"They're guardians."
John glanced at him.
"Guardians of what?"
"The Legacy."
The answer made John look toward the golden chamber behind him.
The second fragment was still inside.
"So they protect the fragments?"
"They were created to."
A metallic figure finally stepped into the light.
It was nearly three meters tall.
