Kesuga's massive hundred-meter-tall body leaned forward slightly.
He looked down at the "petite" white Golem below. His offended fury quickly receded, replaced by a heavy sense of vigilance welling up in his heart.
Unlike those deceived mortals in the plaza, as a Morning Star Wizard, he could clearly sense that this entity claiming to be an Angel was, in essence, just a Golem. Although it was a Golem as magnificent as a work of art, the energy fluctuations it emitted were, at best, only at the strength of a Second-level Wizard.
A Level 2 Golem dared to clamor about "judgment" in front of him?
Such an anomaly screamed of a hidden trap.
