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You call it slow? No. This is not a walk — it's an executioner approaching. With every step, the ground trembles. You scramble to defend, but deep inside you hear it: "It won't be enough." Because Golem is not just a tank. He is a prophecy. A force. You throw everything at him — Mini P.E.K.K.A? Crushed. Inferno Tower? It buys seconds, not salvation. As the Golem closes in on your tower, you watch — helpless, hopeless.
But the true nightmare begins when he dies.
That massive stone body explodes, shaking the battlefield. And from the smoke, they emerge: The Golemites. Small, furious, relentless. You thought it was over? It’s only begun. Your tower starts to cry — not literally, but it should — because your Elixir is gone, your defenses shattered, and your hope has bled out.