Kapitel 45: Absolute Connection

The streets of Dandelion City were eerily quiet, save for the distant crackle of flames and the occasional scream that pierced the suffocating silence.

Among the ruins and shadows, the puppets moved like wraiths, silent and unrelenting in their purpose.

The first puppet darted through the narrow alleys with inhuman speed. Her lithe form, clad in a dark, Victorian-style dress with intricate lace and combat-ready boots, seemed at odds with the massive scythe she carried effortlessly on her back.

Her doll-like face was framed by soft curls of silvery hair, but her expression was devoid of emotion, her sharp, mechanical eyes scanning every shadow.

A guttural snarl broke the silence. A Dred, crouched on the shattered roof of a nearby house, leapt toward a group of cowering civilians huddled in a corner.

Without hesitation, the puppet unsheathed her scythe in one fluid motion, its blade glinting faintly in the dim light.