The Fighting Spirit in his body automatically circulated to disperse the chill.
And this was just an inanimate object.
Raylo held the heavy Demon Head. He could clearly see an invisible power flowing slowly beneath the scales of ice crystals on its surface, like living blood in its veins.
"I have completely dispelled the Demon Serpent's will from within."
Gu's voice sounded from the side.
"It is now merely a shell, possessing Power but no will. A weapon... waiting for its master."
He looked at Raylo, his murky eyes revealing little emotion.
"Imprint your spiritual will upon this Main Magic Core. From now on, it will be an extension of your will, a part of your body. Your thoughts will be its actions."
Raylo nodded. He understood what Gu meant.
This Catastrophe Level Puppet had no soul of its own.
'And he, Raylo, will become its soul.'
He hesitated no longer. Sitting down cross-legged, he placed the Demon Head known as "Ice Wind" flat upon his knees.
