"The Light God Sect and the Futan Sect have finally clashed head-on."
Anna, her expression calm, emerged from a viscous mass of mangled flesh and blood, a telegram in her hand. Her eyes scrutinized it intently, a plan clearly forming in her mind.
Suddenly, she clapped her hands lightly. "Shanshan, we have work to do."
A few seconds passed, but her daughter didn't appear. Anna sensed that something was amiss.
She swiftly pushed open the door and walked out. Following the lavishly decorated corridor, she soon arrived at her daughter's room.
Shanshan's massive form floated in mid-air, her green, cross-shaped pupils fixed on the Puppets below.
Two small figures, flushed red from head to toe, had donned Puppet costumes and were acting out a script. They shivered uncontrollably, so much so that they could barely speak their lines, but they dared not stop. They were terrified that if they paused for even a moment, the giant monster in the air above would devour them.
