"Bang!" The car door slammed shut, and Charles, accompanied by James, strode toward the dock.
"That thing, I don't know what it is, but it doesn't look like a human creation. It's specifically looking for you, apparently wanting to make a trade," James seriously explained to his captain.
"I don't know how it knows your needs, but after some forced communication, it seems to know you're currently searching for a god."
Upon hearing this news, Charles' eyes narrowed slightly, and his pace quickened. By this time, the dock had already been cleared, leaving only a steel puppet on the beach, surrounded by long spears and cannons.
"You want to make a deal with me?" Charles asked the puppet, addressing its half-exposed head.
"It's us... we know... you seek," the puppet began to move, dried sea mud falling off its body onto the sand. Its speech was very disjointed, but barely comprehensible.
"You know what I'm seeking? What is the name of this god I'm looking for?"
"Pu Nos."
