Faced with this hundred-meter-tall titan of pure steel and lightning, Merlin could sense a great wave of magic rushing through its solid joints. This wasn't just a golem but something even better.
"Is that your staff? Your arcane focus?" The rift that Beatrice forced open was small, and it led directly to her lab, where she kept this giant mech. She had made it over the years using the government's unlimited funds to be the perfect war machine, and everyone seemed to like having bigger weapons, so they approved everything.
The orcs' approach to magic was more scientific than mystical, and they had spent centuries studying the way mana worked, which veins and sinews it used, and how it spread in the orcish body. They learned a great deal, and using that knowledge, Beatrice, who was a genius of her generation, had managed to build this mech.
