The metallic stench of blood filled the air as Julian's mind raced. The puppet, now an active predator rather than a passive guardian, stood motionless over the pulverized remains of his comrade. Its glowing blue eyes dimmed slightly, as if sated, for now.
The young man beside Julian trembled, his sword shaking in his grip. "S-Senior Brother… what do we do?" His voice was barely a whisper, raw with terror.
Before Julian could respond, the puppet straightened his body and turned to face them. The full form of the puppet could now be seen.
The core could be seen peeking out from the chest, where various cracks could be seen.
The pale blue eyes locked on both men, which made them tense up. Luckily, the puppet didn't seem to want to attack them again. It just stood there, staring at them.
The two who were initially tense relaxed a bit when they saw that the puppet didn't attack them again. The two men became confused as to why the puppet was just staring at them.
