But this time was different. The golem was entirely smashed into the stone wall, shattered all over, becoming its current shape. I know that a golem cannot destroy itself; it can only annihilate itself by borrowing the enemy's attack.
He wanted to continue to accompany me... I know it...
I saw the soul of the golem! Yes, this golem has a soul! It feels nothing, does not understand resistance, has never thought, knows no magic, not even speech; it merely silently follows by my side. However, it has a soul.
All my life, I finally made a wish...
The only thing I do not regret is that this wish came true.
Thus, I have become what I am now. No one can see me; I roam here all day long, unable to leave too far. This is the story of this golem, and also my own story.
Lynch sat silently on a rock; Nimo lay on the mage's lap, wailing loudly; Deluo quietly watched the golem immersed in the dust, with his back towards the other two, his shoulders gently shaking.
