Sezel's eyes were fixed on the notification in front of his eyes.
The silver colored screen, showcased the similar words, Sezel screamed yes in his mind, without even thinking a second.
The pulsing core in his hand twitched, and then, with a sudden, violent lurch, it released itself from his grasp and started floating in the air. Everyone stopped, their gazes fixed on the strange, otherworldly occurrence unfolding before their very eyes.
The energy that had earlier seeped inside Sezel's body, the spectral, life-giving essence of his first puppet, slowly escaped from his skin. And this time, it was in a much greater mass, a swirling, chaotic vortex of eerie purple and black mist that swirled around the floating core frantically, and then, with a sudden, violent surge, it started to take form.
The same as the earlier puppet was born, its ethereal form a grotesque, beautiful and terrifying thing to behold.
