Whose puppet was that?
The crowd's will to fight instantly evaporated. They scrambled to flee, dragging the unconscious talents with them, terrified the puppet would catch up.
「...」
In a certain valley, the scenery was picturesque; the mountains were bright, the waters clear, birds sang, and flowers filled the air with their fragrance. A faint mist enveloped the valley, making it seem like a fairyland.
A white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back. His face was like jade, his demeanor cold and solitary, like the moon on a frosty night. His aura was overwhelming. He wore a strangely shaped bracer on his right wrist.
