Lucian Storm felt as though someone had struck his head with a hammer.
The white-haired man had spoken only a few words, yet each one shattered a piece of the reality he believed he understood.
His eyes moved from Noah to Zion and then back toward the mysterious stranger standing beside the opened tomb.
Countless thoughts collided within his mind.
Puppets?
No souls?
How could that possibly make sense?
These were people he had traveled with, fought beside, eaten with, and laughed with.
Noah became annoyed whenever someone wasted his time. Zion smiled awkwardly whenever conversations became uncomfortable. They worried about their friends. They became angry. They became happy.
How could such people be Life puppets?
Life puppets don't have emotions or have their own personality. And undead puppets cannot have human skin, slow flawless either. They would have rotten skin, which emits a pungent smell.
