"Crack!"
The first sound of creaking joints pierced through the silence, a mechanical noise after the infusion of a soul. One puppet after another began to move slowly, each motion filled with a sense of strength and precision.
Their shoulders rotated, fingers twitched slightly, fully armed yet possessing an extraordinary and ethereal beauty untouched by dust.
Reina stood at the edge of the crowd, her gaze sharp as a hawk's, "This is a line of defense that can truly protect us."
She lightly bit her lip, looking at these gigantic ice crystal warriors, feeling a long-lost hope rising from the depths of her heart.
But at the same time, she understood the cost behind this power—the burden David endured from splitting his own soul was immense, possibly on the verge of collapse at any moment...
