Mo Shuyan , who could feel his jaw breaking , stared in disbelief at the humanoid figure surrounded by golden light in front of him.
'...What the hell just happened?'
Everything had happened so fast ... in just the blink of an eye, his arms were severed, and now he found himself completely at the mercy of something.
Soon , as the golden light began to fade , the figure within finally stepped into view.
It was no longer the bulky , wooden-forged puppet from before... but something far more refined — and unsettling.
Mo Shuyan's eyes locked onto the puppet , whose body had become lean yet muscular , every line defined like carved steel.
The surface of its skin gleamed with a smooth golden hue, clear, solid, flawless, shining like living metal beneath the light.
It looked almost human… a human sculpted entirely out of pure gold.
Except, it had no face, no eye, no mouth.
Only a blank , polished surface that reflected light like a mirror.
