A thick, dark pink string shot out from Lamair's back just as the beast's massive claws tore through the air where he had stood moments before. The string connected to a sleek, humanoid flying puppet above, which yanked Lamair upward with precision. He somersaulted gracefully through the air, landing smoothly on the back of one of his eagle puppets as it soared toward the treetops.
"High defenses, extreme speed, and overwhelming presence… Platinum-ranked beast, no doubt," Lamair muttered with a dry, humorless laugh. His voice betrayed neither fear nor despair, only grim determination.
Behind him, a radiant sigil burst into existence—a beautifully intricate symbol resembling a Puppeteer's hand gripping strings of countless marionettes. The sigil pulsed with power, casting an eerie pink glow across the battlefield. An aura of dominance and control exploded outward, suffocating everything in its path, the air growing thick with dread.
