Clang!Boom!
Sylvia was currently on the 50th floor of the Tower of Echoes. It had taken her two grueling days to reach this point, as the enemies she faced were exceptionally tough.
Whoosh!Crack!
"Damn, this is tough!" Sylvia muttered, glancing at her slightly cracked claws. "Tch, what an annoying boss. Physical attacks barely do anything. Let's try magic." She unleashed a barrage of Nether Flame spells, but they ricocheted off in random directions.
"This mithril golem is a nightmare. Physical attacks are ineffective, and magic just bounces off," she grumbled. Sylvia commanded her drake and two werewolves to keep the golem occupied while she strategized a way to defeat it.
She stood back, observing the battle closely, searching for any weakness in the golem. Then, as her dragon unleashed a fiery breath, she noticed a reddish glow on the golem's body, like metal heated by intense flames. A realization struck her.
