The Fifth Floor

"W-wait! I'm not ready yet! I'm still summoning!" Avery called out in desperation, his voice filled with a mix of fear and indignation.

However, the relentless wooden golem showed no mercy. Its sword was already swinging downward with alarming speed.

With no time left to complete the summoning, Avery made a split-second decision. He tightly grasped his sturdy Grimoire, realizing that he would have to rely on his own precious item or his ancient book to parry the attack.

As the wooden golem's sword descended, Avery raised his Grimoire in a defensive stance, channeling his energy into the book's surface.

A burst of magical energy erupted from the Grimoire, forming a shimmering shield just in time to intercept the golem's attack.

Boom!

The impact sent shockwaves through Avery's body, but he stood firm, refusing to yield to the immense force.