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The battle in Doomheim was fierce.

The dwarves’ forces were led by two massive golems, with smaller ones following closely behind.

Though called “small,” these golems were intricate marvels of engineering, filled with complex magical circuits that allowed them to unleash barrages of spells with a simple infusion of mana.

The massive golems, on the other hand, couldn’t wield magic, but their overwhelming weight and strength dominated the battlefield. Even in a contest of raw power, they held their own against Skadia.

The sight of the golem army alone was enough to inspire awe and courage. Behind them stood three Meisters.

Among them, Hargran, the Berserker’s Hammer, was the most battle-hardened.

True to his title, Hargran reveled in the fight. He swung his hammer with wild abandon, shattering chunks of ice and deflecting Skadia’s tail strikes.

Wulbram supported Hargran’s frenzy.

He awakened the souls within the dwarven weapons, each one performing its role as if it were alive.

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Bows nocked arrows autonomously and unleashed volleys without a single wielder. Other weapons relentlessly harassed Skadia, keeping her distracted.

Among these were not only ordinary weapons but also masterpieces forged by the finest artisans—some rivaling or even surpassing the Celestial Oath Karami had gifted to Mirabel.

Storms raged, lightning struck, and flames spewed forth.

Even cursed weapons, typically forbidden, were unleashed. They proved surprisingly effective, engraving countless curses upon Skadia.

Although they couldn’t inflict critical damage, their effects were noticeable.

“Fools who don’t know their place!”

Skadia roared in fury.

Her claws gleamed with a cold blue light as she swung her massive forelimb.

Three sharp slashes, akin to sword energy, shot toward Hargran, who had just lost his footing while breaking through ice.

“Gah!”

Hargran hastily raised his hammer to guard, bracing himself for the impact.

As the slashes closed in—