A violent explosion suddenly erupted overhead.
Rosalia rushed down at once. "My lord, the dolls have grown—they're attacking the city."
"…What?"
A question mark slowly formed in Phield's mind. What the hell was going on now?
When he returned to the surface, he saw plush dolls waddling out from the storage rooms of the lord's palace. Then a strange black force coiled around them, stretching and enlarging their bodies until they became towering puppet monsters over ten meters tall.
Wind Orchid City's fifth-tier knight, Quirion, led the remaining military forces in a counterattack.
The puppet monsters were made of flesh and some unknown material. They looked like massive wooden puppets wrapped in human skin—grotesque beyond belief. Every movement they made carried terrifying power.
Even with his fifth-tier magic fully unleashed, Quirion could barely wound a single one.
"Roar… tasty."
