As the deformed body of the elder golem bent down as if looking at each one of them, Alastor held with a firm grip on his sword. He felt his body shoot down to a shivering state.
He couldn’t get passed to it. The emotionless, passive, empty voided eyes struck his nerve into an immeasurable superfluous thought. Alastor loses his grip on reality.
The golem gave a wide birth of inhaling. The air made a gushing sound, the pressure began to usurp in one direction. Moments after, the elder golem stopped, holding its breath in its lungs. But the curious action begins to manifest then after. The elder golem exhaled the air with a loud growl that put immense pressure on the ground, mainly aiming at the hunters including Alastor.
“Damn it!” Alastor shouted.
The hunters with him quickly cast a spell covering them under the pile of earth walls.