In the meantime, while Vale was meeting with Farah, the Goddess of Fortune's avatar, Denise was inside her Workshop Tower… for several days already.
Denise was staring at the five Chaos Immortals chained to the floor.
Their bodies were skinny, and at this point, even their breathing was shallow. Still, their eyes were burning with defiance. The divine alloy shackles continued to glow, keeping their corrupted energy suppressed.
Beside them, rows of empty or broken metal golems waited. Their cores were already compromised, and their frames were polished, but they were already unusable.
Denise had tried again and again to force the Immortals' souls into these shells, or even a part of it, but every attempt ended in failure.
The constructs cracked under pressure, the runes destabilized, and the fragments of soul resisted.
One of the Immortals coughed and looked at the young woman who was experimenting on them without care for their pain or their lives…
