[Pigmen World, Current time - 98 years after Damian left, Worldscribe's POV.]
After the information sharing ended, and they thrashed Silverspell to no end for disappearing for such a long time and abandoning their mission, they decided on who would go back. It was Worldscribe's turn, and everyone agreed without much fuss. The waiting, the weeks spent anticipating the return of the traveler, was the worst part of all this.
Worldscribe used her waygate cube from the lesser-used side and soon crossed the blue shimmering portal. The second her vision settled, the sight before her left her frozen. Even her breathing had stopped.
A gargantuan titanic steel golem loomed high in the sky, towering over everything beneath it, casting a long, wide shadow in the early morning light. This was what he was building? A golem that could break mountains with its punches? Could it work against the Demon Lord? Worldscribe was not sure.
