CHAPTER 133 — THE BLACK STEEL TYRANT
The chamber ceiling shattered.
Stone slabs the size of carriages tore free and crashed downward as the three remaining iron golems raised their arms in synchronized motion. The anchor at the center pulsed violently, light turning from silver to deep, oppressive black.
Zehell didn't think.
She moved.
Her body slammed into Long Hao's, forcing him sideways as a slab obliterated the ground where he had been standing.
The impact threw both of them hard against the chamber wall.
Dust filled the air.
Metal screamed.
Bronze Squad scattered.
"Spread out!" Marek roared.
The three iron golems stopped mid-motion.
Their bodies trembled.
Cracked.
Not from damage.
From internal strain.
Amber cores shifted to white.
Then—
Black.
The iron plating began to melt inward, not outward. The three massive forms collapsed toward each other, metal flowing like liquid gravity pulling itself to a single point.
Colby stared in disbelief.
