"What a magnificent colossus!"
At this moment, atop a mountain on one side of the valley.
Nuchimok was observing from afar with several subordinate wizards.
The silver-white metal gleamed with a chilly luster beneath the full moon. The Adversel lay quietly at an angle in the valley, its 842-meter-tall Giant Soldier-class body slender and graceful.
Its faceplate was streamlined, with slightly raised ears resembling wolf ears. Overall, it looked much like the werewolf girl Lina.
Yet at the very center of its brow was a large, dark-yellow crescent-shaped crystal with its notch facing upward. It slowly alternated between light and darkness, like the rhythm of breathing.
Two pairs of Light Wings, one long and one short, were folded behind it. They could not be seen from the others' angle, but still pierced through the mountain on the opposite side, causing their ends to appear in midair.
They were high-energy particles similar to Belief Weapons. A solidified force field had shaped them into blades as thin as cicada wings.
The night wind blew past, and these strange objects, existing somewhere between spirit and substance, trembled faintly, producing metallic echoes like thousands of crickets chirping in unison.
"The project is finally complete. It can be delivered.
"Tomorrow, I'll report to Your Excellency Archmage and ask him to perform the final ritual, infusing this Giant Soldier with a soul."
After a while, Nuchimok withdrew his gaze and turned to several disciples and followers.
"Wonderful!"
Everyone spoke with a hint of anticipation.
Archmage Roy was extremely wealthy. They had never lacked supplies, and their remuneration always arrived on time and in full, paid out generously.
Over the past nine years, they had also come into close contact with and observed many advanced forms of witchcraft considered mysteries by the outside world.
Now, they had