The Shadow Realm was a cage of infinity. Grey mist rolled like dead oceans across a flat, endless floor that cracked beneath every step. There was no sky, no ground, only a suffocating veil where sound died quickly and sight felt deceived. Dimensions were nonexistent here, space a redundant concept.And within this boundless nowhere, the monster stood like a mountain given purpose. And standing some meters away from it was Gorven the Tall and Mr. Stark.The Path four Golem dwarfed the men before it. Its body was a fortress of jagged slabs, fused together by seems of molten gold that pulsed like veins carrying Cursed blood. The glow deepened with every breath it drew, light seeping out of cracks as if the stony shell could barely contain the wrath within. Its head was a blocky crown of rock, but its gaze—two blazing eyes of molten fire—stabbed through the haze with a cold intelligence no mere construct could possess.Every step it took was an earthquake. Dust trembled lose from its sho