I fell for it!
The moment he saw the oval halo rapidly expanding in the image transmitted by Kexviya, Punk immediately recognized the spell designed specifically to kill small and medium-sized constructs and knew that he had fallen into a trap.
There was no doubt that Walkerway had never truly been mad enough to try preparing a second Morningstar Spell while casting the first. His apparent desperation, even those inexplicable pale green runes, had all been a ruse meant for Punk to see. The sole purpose of taking such enormous risks to create this façade had been to lure the Morningstar Golem hidden in the shadows into attacking!
Now, in a sense, Dead Wen Feng Lantern's scheme had already succeeded by more than half...
But even if Whisper of Destruction realized he had fallen into a trap at this point, what could he do? Even if Punk wanted to issue Kexviya a new command and salvage the situation, transmitting information took time. Moreover, the law-chaotic battlefield severely interfered with the transmission efficiency of mental-energy fluctuations. Under normal circumstances, a caster had to rapidly send hundreds of billions of mental-energy fluctuations just to ensure that his Morningstar Golem received a single command.
Yet in such a pressing emergency, where would Punk find the time to issue any commands? Kexviya's timely transmission of the scene alone had already been a matter of luck!
This is bad. Kexviya's intelligence is nowhere near sufficient to support the correct combat response. Even if she notices the trap, she will only rigidly follow her orders and plunge headlong into the enemy's trap. It seems that in this battle... my golem will most likely be of no further use.
Silently shaking his head, Whisper of Destruction, knowing that he could not reverse the outcome, swiftly made the