A thunderous boom resounded through the sanctum, sending heavy shockwaves to sweep through the air as thousands of Golems crashed their fists towards Astravan, birthing a magnanimous crater where he stood.
But the master of Tricks was nowhere to be found.
The beasts stared all around them, their eyes racing all over the room in search of Astravan, before a loud call made its way into their ears.
"Is it a bird, is it a plane?" Astravan who seemed to have leaped high into the very air ascended within it, before reaching his maximum height.
"Nope, it's the Master Trickster. Astravan!"
Like a swarm of mountain sized flies, the Golems burst into the air, reaching Astravan in just the blink of an eye.
Thousands of vengeful monsters now assailed against a descending Astravan, their fists clenched to deliver a bone shattering puck against him.
It was the perfect opportunity, the perfect chance under the perfect set of conditions.
