The invitation.
Just finished showing his aura, Alvine notices the mistrust in the eyes of the guardians.
Guessing that Alvine tries to pass on the offensive, Askald didn't wait or give his enemy time to act.
With a simple hand movement, he orders the whole army to attack the puppets on the crosses.
The others immediately obeyed his command.
But...
Unlike previous times, Alvine wasn't affected by the reflection of the attack. This made him confused and agitated.
"Haha, I know a parade since I'm the author and creator of this territory; so don't be so surprised, this expression doesn't suit you at all, Askald's golem." Alvine laughs while snapping his fingers.
The golems had no expressions, it was just Alvine who began to imagine things; like how Askald would react if he was present.
At the same time, the puppets on the crosses changed shapes!
Instead of dolls with Alvine's effigy, it was those of his enemies who were chained on the crosses.