The Flesh Reaper, or rather an imitation of what it once was, a body made up of purple mass of energy, prostrated itself before Sezel, its form a blasphemous parody of fealty.
Just as the impossible reality began to settle in, another window bloomed in front of Sezel's face, obstructing his vision. It bared some new words. He read them carefully with narrowed eyes.
[The Puppet has accepted you as its master]
[Puppet – Flesh Reaper]
[Category – Enhanced]
[Rank - 4]
[Transferable abilities - None ]
Sezel was happy, but much more than that he felt strange detachment to himself.
His heart was slamming with incomprehensible excitement, This thing's mine? It'll follow me? like a guard dog with scythes the size of tree trunks? beautiful isn't it. His lips twitched upward in a cracked smile.
