The golem's body lay lifeless, its head on the ground still showing a look of combat, unaware it had been killed by the black blade of the Sword of Chaos. The enchanted rocks that spun like meteors began to fall, hitting the ground with loud impacts, while the giant stone body remained standing, ready to keep fighting.
William approached with slow steps, still feeling the excitement of battle. He realized that since arriving in this world, he enjoyed fighting more and more; it was an immense dopamine release that made him feel alive.
As he got closer, he saw the gray energy emerge as always. He extended his hand, and the process began.
The stone corpse began to crumble. First, cracks appeared as if all the rocks were being destroyed from within, until it was just a pile of scattered rocks on the ground, and finally, everything turned into gray smoke.
The smoke started entering through his ring, sliding over his skin like black snakes that made him feel stronger and stronger.
