The 10th Floor of the Menestale Dungeon.

In the past, when I was with Cal and Alsetin, we had resolved the situation by shooting an arrow at the core, but today was different.

We did nothing at all.

Benedict had assured us that there was no need to do anything.

Standing at the forefront, Benedict observed as the golem began to form around the core, loosening his shoulders with a hearty laugh.

“Lord Benedict. The buffs?”

“No need for those, Bishop Johann. What use would they be in handling something like this?”

Once the shape of the golem was complete, …