0241 -The Mistress of Iron?
Before he could catch his breath, the metal groaned again, and his body stiffened. The floor trembled. The twisted, flattened statues in the pit twitched as with their twisted form they climbed out of their pit.
Their golden veins pulsed, pumping furiously, inflating the scrunched up metal, repairing. With each metalling groan their forms—slowly but surely—began to revert back to their previous form. Within moments, the statues were whole again, as if nothing had happened. The golden glow within them pulsed ominously.
Li Qingwei's eyes were cold and emotionless as he observed them carefully. He straightened up slowly, ready to act, but the statues didn't attack this time. They just stood there, looming menacingly.
"What are you waiting for?" Li Qingwei taunted, his voice sharp. "I'm not running. Come at me!"
But instead of attacking, two more giant iron statues stepped forward from behind, out of darkness.