The sphere of fire shone intensely at the tip of his finger, ready to be fired. Adam had the golem directly in his sights, and for a second it seemed like everything was over.
But then, at that moment, the ground moved.
Adam felt the rock beneath his feet begin to ripple as if it were alive, and before he could fire, the stone rose around his left leg.
The material closed over his limb with brutal force, trapping it completely from ankle to knee, and the pressure increased so quickly that he had no time to prepare.
The crack was horrible.
A wet and dry sound at the same time echoed throughout the chamber, and Adam knew exactly what it meant.
His bone had broken, shattered by the relentless pressure of the rock that imprisoned it.
A muffled groan escaped his lips as he lost his balance, and his body swayed to the side from the pain.
The Flame of Judgment shot out at that precise instant.
