"Tome construct!"
A sharp hum rang out. Omar and the elders' eyes widened in shock at his sudden move.
Metal surged, gathering in front of Guren as it rapidly took shape, forming a towering humanoid construct.
Guren stepped forward, and the construct mirrored him instantly. A violent shockwave burst outward, tearing through the walls and ceiling.
Then…
It vanished.
In the next instant, it appeared before Zephyrion, its blade tearing forward with brutal speed.
"No!"
The village head's eyes widened. He had been too shaken, too caught off guard to summon his own construct. From the speed alone, he could tell, this was mark six.
He wouldn't make it in time.
The blade came within inches of piercing Zephyrion's chest. Then, with unreal speed, he shifted aside, the strike grazing past him.
