Damon looked up at the jagged ore, his crimson eyes reflecting the glitter of the black diamond-like shards. "Perfect." He started climbing the hill to mine the ore. He only barely took a couple of steps when the ground trembled beneath his boots.
The Abyss never gave anything for free.
From between the shards of Abyssal Steel, black ichor bubbled upward and began to harden, coalescing into hulking forms. Their bodies were latticed with the very ore he coveted, each step ringing like hammer on anvil.
Abyssal Ore Golems. Three of them. The weakest one was level 120, and the strongest one was level 180. These numbers did not really matter because the real strength of the golems was a lot more than what their levels indicated.
