Only up close to the enormous adamantine golem could Renato truly appreciate the terrifying force contained within this fusion of industry and magic.
The adamantine infused into the Mountain's Embrace amounted to less than four ingots, yet his full suit of armor already weighed a hundred and fifty pounds. Renato could not begin to estimate the total weight of the gigantic construct before him, clad from head to toe in adamantine armor and weapons.
Every movement of its joints came with the roar of contracting hydraulic pistons. Even the steel floor beneath it groaned continuously at the slightest shift in the golem's center of gravity.
The vibrating adamantine hammerhead crashed toward the warrior's head with matchless force, the runes on its striking face trailing a blurred afterimage through the air.
Yet Renato showed no hint of panic before this devastating blow. He even had enough room to search the construct for possible weaknesses as he dodged.
The reason was simple: the golem was far too slow.
Under the combined enhancements of Cat's Grace and the Oil of Speed, the swordsman became little more than a flowing cloud of black smoke, evading the terrifying hammer with a simple shift of his feet.
The Shock Hammer missed him by the edge of his pauldron and struck the metal floor with a deafening boom. The ground shook like an earthquake, and a distinct crater caved into the steel plating. Curled shards of iron flew upward, their edges trailing white smoke from the friction.
Renato paid no attention to the attack behind him. He had already shifted his weight, using the momentum of his dodge to move swiftly beside the giant's feet.
Every heavily armored warrior understood one simple truth. To preserve mobility, armor had to offer less protection at the joints, allowing the