Short term wait… You bide your time... Let their vigilance be dulled...

Anger...

A furious anger like a volcanic eruption...

That is what is brewing inside your consciousness.

However, you control this destructive feeling, realizing that anger is a weapon that is advantageously used not during the first impulse of indignation, but at the moment of a carefully prepared and unexpected blow to the enemy.

Anger is a weapon...

As are you yourself...

War and battle are what the cultists have cruelly reshaped your body and your soul for.

Therefore, your consciousness is now dominated by cold and calculated intentions regarding the most effective ways to physically eliminate various aspects of the life of these disgusting creatures who are so impudent that they dare to discuss you as a commodity.

An absolutely dispassionate and deadly idea pulses in your mind: "The moment for the attack must be chosen as effectively as possible. These persons... Their physical existence is superfluous. They are only annoying obstacles. Easily eliminated obstacles." A plan of rapid attack movements is already forming in your mind.

Deceptive maneuvers...

Calculating the trajectories of the enemy's counterattacks...

Assessing the enemy's defensive potential...

Diagnostics of the external and internal elements of your "body" structure.

While these persons are slowly moving various debris and stone fragments from your large "body", you are carefully analyzing the situation.

"Control rod... The main thing is that they don't find the control rod..." - thoughts about this are the only thing that creates some semblance of feelings in your "head".

Boiling anger.

Hatred.

You tried not to give away the fact of your active perception of the surrounding area.

You were just a piece of lifeless and **** metal for these idiots.

And, at the same time, you systematically restarted all sectors of your "body", transferring part of the energy accumulated in your golem-core to the peripheral sectors.

You were watching these strangers, preparing a surprise for them...

What were they doing?

Empty chatter...

Clearing the rubble and the remains of the ruins of this room.

Out of greed, these bastards were quite active, focusing entirely on digging your metal casing out of a pile of rocks and other debris.

There were four of these persons.

The leader of the group is a tall human male with a rough and harsh voice, who is dressed in a steel cuirass, chain mail, riveted leather pants and high hiking boots. On his belt is a scabbard with a long sword, behind his back is a round shield covered with an iron rim. His high cheekbones face are linen skin tone with a lush chestnut mustache and a large chin and demonstrates determination and a tendency to command. This male personally takes little part in clearing the rubble, mainly - he commands the other persons.

The second member of the group is a fragile short female half-elf, who is dressed in hiking clothes (leather vest, leather pants and boots). Her pretty young face turns towards the leader of the group not only with an expression of consent to carry out orders... besides, there is something more personal in the look of her grayish eyes. Some kind of sympathy. The half-elf uses magical skills: she moves trash, wood fragments and stones with the help of telekinesis. On the belt of this female there is a sheath with some kind of dagger. A small leather travel bag is thrown over her shoulder.

The half-elf tries to tell something to the other members of the group, but her words do not attract close attention: "I have long read in books about ancient history that there was some large elven city on this territory. It was a long time ago - more than three hundred years ago. I do not remember very well what happened ... It seems that this city was destroyed during long bloody wars between the fragments of the disintegrated elven Empire of the Diamond Throne, young kingdoms of humans, city-states of dwarves and numerous tribes of orcs. The usual political reality of those centuries ... The struggle for the redistribution of territories and control over trade routes ... In addition, several natural disasters occurred that separated the peninsula from the continent and turned the urban space into ruins overgrown with thorny bushes, moss and trees. That's why we had to go down on ropes - many buildings are buried under the rubble of former stone walls and tower fragments... But we made the right decision: few people know about this place and, probably, you can find many useful things here. I'm sure the Island of Gray Osiers hides many treasures!"

The third person from this group...

It seems that the others called him "Rao".

He looks like some kind of lizard-like anthropomorphic creature with a reptilian face, long clawed hands and light greenish snake-like skin. He is dressed in some kind of dirty gray robe, on his belt there is a falchion in a sheath. His yellowish eyes with black vertical pupils worriedly examine your massive "body", while this lizardman himself continues to clear away the rubble and stone wall fragments surrounding you. Judging by the fact that this lizardman was able (at the command of his boss) to create a small magical sphere in the area of ​​the collapsed ceiling of the room, emitting a weak light, he clearly has some magical abilities.

The fourth member of the group of strangers is a dwarf, who grumbles something and continues to throw aside pieces of wood and stones that have buried you in these ruins.

The dwarf looks like a person who has seen a lot of shit in his life.

Ugly scars on her forehead and cheeks ...

A lower lip, cut in the past by a blow from some kind of cutting weapon ...

Worn iron chainmail, in various places of which traces of penetration are visible due to blows from piercing or chopping weapons.

On the dwarf's belt there is a small one-handed axe with a slightly serrated blade.

The dwarf occasionally stops and mutters under his breath, scratching his large black beard: "Grhhhmm... I feel like this is a shitty idea... Why the fuck do we need this?! Some ancient agic golem freak... It would be better for us to just rob a couple of rooms, take small valuables and get out of these underground ruins..."

"Khurgeir! Stop grumbling like an old granny whose ass hurts! This ancient steel golem is a great find! Dahlia was right when she said there were underground ruins here - and you doubted it even then! Imagine how much gold you can get for this wreck, or at least for its individual parts! We will have no end of customers willing to buy something as exotic as this example of ancient magical practices. Rich scholars among the capital's archmages, crazy exotic-loving merchants, representatives of the highest orlanian aristocracy... They will all be happy to give us mountains of gold for this half-rusty asshole!" - the loud voice of the so-called "boss" expresses impatience.

"But how to drag this heavy pile of metal to the capital? Agnerta is located very far away... It will take about three weeks to sail there if you're lucky..." - the dwarf persists in his grumpy skepticism.

"Damn! Do you really think that I didn't take care of transportation?! A ship will be waiting for us on the southern shore of this shitty island in a couple of hours. It's not for nothing that I was engaged in piracy for a couple of years. I still have useful connections!" - the "boss" answer does not tolerate objections.

"Well... As you say, Devin..." - the dwarf was **** to resign himself and continue dragging stones, freeing your "body" from the rubble.

So, this group of strangers is almost done freeing you from the rubble of what was once a vast chamber in your "masters'" home.