They remained like that for a time, facing one another in silence while neither made a move. The longer it stood there without reacting, the more certain Gwen became that it wouldn't attack her without reason.
Slowly, she began to lower her guard, her mana easing as the tension in her body started to fade.
It was only then that she noticed the difference in the mana. The golem in front of her no longer mattered, and any thoughts of escaping quickly faded as her attention shifted entirely to what surrounded her.
As an elf who was more attuned to nature and mana than most races, she could immediately tell that what filled this place wasn't ordinary mana.
There were locations where mana gathered in greater density and potency, but purity like this was something she had only ever experienced within the nation of her home.
