“Golems? You mean like from The Lord of the Rings?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief and confusion.
“No,” Elias said firmly, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the main path and straight into the thick of the forest. “These are real golems. And trust me—they’re way worse than anything from a movie.”
He darted through the trees, yanking me along. His grip was so fierce my sweaty, panicked hand nearly slipped free.
I glanced back. My heart nearly stopped. The creatures gave chase—not just animated earth, but fast, darting between trees like shadows. Breathless, I kept running.
They closed in fast. My lungs blazed, legs trembling, dread telling me I was nearly out of time.
Without warning, I yanked my hand free and stopped cold.
“What are you doing?” he called, alarmed.
"I’m not
