"Relax," Mikhailis murmured. "We want it angry."
He took one more step forward.
He made sure the ring was clearly visible on his finger for any Technomancer scryers. He let his mana spike again, this time touching some of the sigils on the ground with his boots.
The reaction was immediate.
The dungeon roared.
He didn't hear it with his ears, exactly. It was more like the air itself screamed. The walls flared with light as a dozen different runic lines ignited at once.
The golem moved.
It did not charge.
It raised one arm slowly, palm facing him, and then slammed its hand down into the floor.
The shockwave burst outward from that impact, a wall of pure force.
Mikhailis had enough time to think, Ah, and throw up a half-formed shield.
It wasn't enough.
The wave hit him like a giant invisible hammer.
