CESAGA

Gema's team, a whirlwind of motion amidst the chaos, fought with a desperate ferocity. His energy surged through their weapons, turning Arthur's sword into a beacon of light, cleaving through the ranks of golems with effortless grace.

These grotesque monstrosities, their bodies as hard as granite, crumbled under the onslaught. Yet, their demise proved fleeting. Shattered limbs reconfigured, reforming into larger, more menacing golems.

Each fallen enemy rose again, stronger and more resilient, a grotesque parody of life. 

Arthur, his face grim with determination, fought with a savage intensity. The ground trembled with each thunderous impact, a testament to the sheer force of the golems' assault. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, a palpable sense of dread hanging heavy over the battlefield.

Gema, his brow furrowed in concentration, pushed his powers to their limit. But with each fallen golem, a chilling premonition grew within him. Bota, the architect of this chaos, remained unseen, a silent observer, savoring the spectacle of their struggle.

"Arthur, where is Bota?" Gema called down from the steam factory roof, watching Arthur, who had just taken down a golem with his help. Steam hissed from around Arthur as he turned to look at him.

"You're looking at him right now," Arthur replied.

"W-what?! You're Bota?!" Gema stammered in shock. "I should have known! Maybe that's why you're hiding inside that giant rock!"

Arthur picked up one of the severed golem fragments and hurled it toward Gema.

"Not I, you fool! That thing!" The stone stopped just before striking Gema, drawn away as if by a powerful magnet, and flew in a set direction.

"What?? Why is Bota so weak? I thought you said he was a towering brute."

Arthur sheathed his sword, pointing at the stones as they drifted together.

"It is not yet he, but his essence," Arthur replied.

"So, it is you, after all!" Gema exclaimed.

"Why did I ever choose to team up with that short, reckless Celestrias?" Arthur muttered, examining the stone fragment he'd just cleaved from a golem. "He should know by now that destroying these pieces isn't enough. We need to obliterate them and reduce them to dust. But no, he's too busy asking questions in the middle of a fight."

With a frustrated sigh, Arthur dashed forward, following the trail of the regenerating golem.

Gema, ever the agile celestial, leaped from rooftop to rooftop, aiding the knights below by striking at the golems from above.

The chaos engulfing the west wing of Western Avalon had diverted the Kelembai minion's attention, presenting an opportunity to infiltrate their tower and uncover the Darkseed's sinister plans for Suria's Kris.

Purnama, a strategic mind, sought to gain intelligence before the situation spiraled further out of control.

As he navigated the panicked crowd, he encountered an enigmatic figure: a tiny, wizened woman, barely three feet tall. Her weathered face, etched with countless lines of age, held a spark of ancient wisdom.

A simple wooden cane, worn smooth by years of use, was her only companion. An inexplicable pull, a primal urge, compelled him to draw his kris. But before he could react, the woman vanished, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.

Intrigued and unsettled, Purnama sheathed his weapon and pressed on toward the tower, his mind racing with unanswered questions.

Zirko's ice shield protected the knights, allowing them to hold their ground against the relentless onslaught of the reanimated statues.

These once noble forms, now corrupted by dark energy, had been transformed into fearsome warriors, mimicking humans, animals, and even gnomes. The knights had already decimated half of the surrounding Kelembai army.

Purnama, having arrived at the tower's base, immediately entered. A young boy, riding a hulking, green-furred werewolf the size of a rhino, wielding a glowing wooden staff etched with ancient symbols, intercepted him.

Before Purnama could react, the boy commanded the beast to unleash a powerful charge, sending Purnama flying from the tower's base and crashing through several houses.

The boy raised his staff, and the werewolf again charged toward Purnama and transformed into a colossal mammoth, stomping down on the fallen warrior. The powerful blow sent Purnama deep into the ground.

As the boy jumped off the mammoth, the creature vanished instantaneously, revealing the elderly woman Purnama had encountered earlier.

Despite the brutal assault, Purnama, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, rose from the rubble. His sharp and determined gaze locked onto the enigmatic old woman.

"So, you're Kelembai, aren't you?" Purnama taunted, his stance low and ready. "Don't expect any special treatment just because you look like an old woman."

He flexed his muscles, a silent promise of a brutal fight. "Close combat is my specialty, and I've got the experience to back it up."

Kelembai tilted her head to the right, a knowing glint in her eyes, as she regarded Purnama.