Slash!
The sharp sound of tearing flesh echoed through the dark hall.
Blood sprayed like a fountain as crimson spikes erupted from the ground, skewering Celestia's puppet mid-step.
The creature jerked violently, twisting unnaturally as the red spikes punched through its body.
For a brief moment, it looked like Adam had gained the upper hand.
He narrowed his eyes, preparing another barrage, ready to finish it.
But before he could act, the puppet suddenly went limp.
Its head dropped.
Its limbs hung like strings had been cut...
Thud!
The puppet collapsed to the ground with a lifeless crash.
Adam froze.
'It died?'
The thought came quickly, but something didn't sit right.
His gaze sharpened, and almost immediately, he corrected himself.
'No... this isn't death. Celestia cut the connection between her and the puppet...'
He lowered his hand slowly, the blood surrounding him still pulsing with energy.
But his brows furrowed as a heavy silence settled over the hallway.
