Emery's mind raced. The explosion was not just a self-destruct mechanism—it was a clear attempt to eliminate evidence, a desperate move by whoever controlled these puppets
But as Emery prepared to face the two remaining puppets, he noticed a shift in their strategy. Sensing his newfound strength, the puppets abandoned their direct assault on him. Instead, they turned their focus toward the white tree, where the injured Damo lay vulnerable, and his forces were fighting.
A surge of rage and urgency flooded through Emery as he saw the puppets charging toward the tree. His voice boomed across the cave, echoing with a mix of fury and desperation,
"Don't you dare think about it!"
Emery had anticipated such a scenario, but the previous puppet's explosive end made him all the more anxious. Determined not to let them reach the vulnerable monk, Emery sprang into action with everything he had.
