Kartora was gone.
Yet the Puppet Kartora remained.
At that moment, the puppet that bore her name stood quietly amidst the fractured landscape of the Origin Continent. Though she had inherited Kartora's soul, she had not inherited her power.
In truth, the puppet's body was far from perfect. The framework that Daniel had assembled was little more than a temporary vessel, a crude construct with a weak foundation. In terms of ability, she was—at best—Level 1.
Now, with Kartora's true body gone, the puppet turned her wooden, expressionless face toward Daniel. Her glass-like eyes, however, shimmered faintly with the light of awareness—her soul's echo making the puppet seem almost human.
"Lord Crossbridge," she said softly, using the title that Kartora herself had always spoken with warmth. "I know you will help me… won't you?"
Her voice, though mechanical, trembled faintly. The tone carried that same fragile gentleness that belonged to Kartora herself.
Daniel sighed.
