The tower lit up, and an arrow tore through space. As it approached them, it suddenly exploded into multicolored dust, like a beautiful firework. But... a strange, indescribable smell permeated the air.
"This isn't a distress signal. What the hell are they doing?" the enemy vice-commander asked, confused.
"Ignore them. Activate the transport formation," Pouzek ordered. He also sensed that something was a bit off, but... what could this powerless tower possibly do?
Suddenly, a warrior who tried to follow the orders shouted: "Commander, the spatial laws around us have changed. The formation can't activate!"
The transport formation trembled a few times as he tried to activate it, but nothing else happened.
"What? That's impossible! The spatial laws here are immortal-level!" the vice-commander said, clearly panicking.
"Those golems must have set this up... Fuck! We've dug our own graves." An important figure quickly fell into despair. This meant they were doomed.
