Unfortunately for Mannick, his attempts to stay away from the party goers, the mannequins, and the gargoyles resulted in a big meandering path around the frat house, resulting in him ending up by the garden full of erotic statues.
He could feel the blank eyes of the statues looking at him. He could see the glowing runes on them, marking them as additional stone and metal golems. He wondered if they were statues made magical or people made into statues. It could go either way with what's happening with the frat house.
He's also sure that the statues are informing the other golems at this point.
Mannick continued on, readying his sword and shield in case of battle, as much as he fought against the urge to obey and follow, to work with his fellow golems than against them.
"Must... resist..." he muttered to himself as he looked around for the exit.
He soon reached the center of the statue garden and looked at the sight before him.
There he saw another guy, moaning in pleasure as he stood on the large central pedestal, practically a giant twice his size now. He stood on the pedestal as words form on it. Lord Atlas.
'Right, Lord Atlas collects the magic outside.' Mannick thought before he looked up at the changing muscular giant of a man. Lord Atlas' bronze ankles shackled to his bronze pedestal. His bronze wrists shackled to the large sphere being carried on his back. The sphere itself was three fourths filled with liquid magic as Mannick realized his position as he saw Lord Atlas' bronze member pointing towards the frat house like some faucet or sprinkler.
"N-no!" Mannick shouted as he dodged the resulting orgasmic release from Lord Atlas while the bronze reached his head and was resculpted into looking like some stoic figure. The released magic then flowed into the sphere yet Mannick could feel the magic in the air, trying to recharge him once more.
"T-this is crazy... I must find the exit..." he said to himself as he got up, looking around for a way out before Lord Atlas decided to spray him with magic. Mannick could sense reality shifting around him, connecting Lord Atlas to the erotic decorations of the frat house as he always had been.
He decided to take a direction and just run.