While tapping a hole through the armrest of his chair, Ethan took in every facet of the creature.

While most golems looked like rocks stacked on top of each other and stuck together with glue, this one’s appearance was eerily human. There was just so much detail put into its making, from the tight hunting clothes it seemed to wear to its sharp, manly features and short, pointy hair. If not for its exterior that was grey as the stones it was made of, one could have easily assumed it was a living, breathing person.

‘I should get Ethan to paint one someday.’ thought Ana cheerfully. Satisfied with her model level creation, she looked up at her opponent.

“Last chance to give up!” she warned as if the outcome was obvious. Cora’s response was more wind blades shot straight towards her summon.

The tall and slender golem got hit 8 times without even flinching. A few small scratches were left on its body but nothing even resembling damage.

“Bob, get her.” In response to Ana’s order, her summon took on a professional shooting stance and lifted both hands into the air. Soon, a bow made out of stone started forming in its palms.

‘An archer, huh?’ thought Ethan while tapping his fingers.

“Hey, what’s that?” The boy was too focused to even hear Arthur’s question, not that he would have answered it anyway.

“This isn’t an art show, honey!” Cora shouted from above. In her eyes, Ana was controlling and molding the golem, so it would take on the shape of a fancy looking archer. However, the amount of energy needed for something like that was far too much for a mere level one.

“You’re just wasting your mana!”

“And, you’re wasting your breath.” Ana's casual answer was not even loud enough to hear. Like all great sculptors before her, she let her art speak for itself.

As soon as the large bow materialized itself, an arrow followed which gently rested on the string. Of course, even the string was made out of earth. One would think it could not possibly bend, but common sense did not apply to this spell.

Like a veteran archer, Bob pulled and aimed towards Cora. Though she was still convinced it was a farce, the girl ran her circuit in preparation.

“After I dodge your puppet, will you give up the fight?” she asked mockingly.

“I’ll consider it.” Ana answered unconcerned.

Abruptly, the string was released and cut their conversation short. The arrow pierced through the sky at more than twice the speed of anything Ana could have thrown at her opponent. To escape, Cora pushed mana into her boots and desperately flew out of the way.

In that one moment, the girl thought she had won. Unfortunately, as if it were a guided missile, the spear like arrow adapted its trajectory to match its target.

Cora tried to flee further but smashed against the gong. She hurriedly turned around and summoned a storm of wind blades to intercept it. They hit the arrow from all directions, but unlike with Ana’s previous attacks, only a couple of scratches were made.

A moment later, in front of 50 thousand spectators and Last Heaven’s nobility, the coliseum’s gong released its clang alongside the piercing screams of its contestant.