With his limitations shattered, he finally obtained what he longed for: freedom. Adam knew the puppet's possession was only the tip of the iceberg because now, he could move as he wished without Julius! However, confined within the beautifully carved wooden block, he had lost his sensations in exchange.
Despite the inconvenience, joy brightened the puppet's youthful face. The two odd gems serving as his eyes sparkled azure and emerald while noises of wood and bones rattling echoed in his soul's sea. His heart lightened, free of the crushing burden weighing on it for a minute before the Ashfords' looming threat registered, staining his positive emotions with gloomy spots.
His face darkened with concern, and anger burned in his eyes. Those pests had never given up, even after five years and a half.
'I must rescue Julius.'
