"Bang!" The car door slammed shut, and Charles strode toward the dock with James accompanying him.
"I don't know what that thing is, but it doesn't look like something made by humans. It insisted on asking for you, seems to want to make a deal." James explained to his captain, his tone serious.
"I don't know how it knows what you want, but after some barely managed communication, it seems aware that you're currently searching for a God."
Hearing this, Charles' eyes narrowed slightly, and his pace quickened. By now the dock had already been cleared out, leaving only the steel Puppet on the sandy shore, surrounded by long spears and broken cannons aimed directly at it.
"You want to make a deal with me?" Charles asked the Puppet's half-exposed head.
"It's us... We know·you·search." As the Puppet began to move, dried sea sludge flaked off onto the sand. Its speech was extremely disjointed, but the meaning could just barely be grasped.
