The head separated from the body. Both pieces flew in different directions. They crashed into opposite walls with heavy impacts.
The tenth puppet was the strongest yet. Mid-level Martial Emperor Realm. Its aura filled the chamber with oppressive weight. The pressure was substantial and real. The air itself felt heavier under the force. Even the blue glow from the runic markings seemed to dim in response to its power.
This puppet was different from all the previous ones. Its armor was darker, almost black. Intricate patterns covered every surface. The sword it held was longer and sharper. The blade hummed with latent energy.
The puppet moved differently than the others. It didn't charge immediately. Instead it circled Arthur slowly. Its red eyes tracked every movement. Assessing. Calculating optimal attack angles with mechanical precision.
