Joshua stopped pondering after pausing where he was for a few minutes.
Were the Soul Puppets breeding humans to drain their souls and create more of their own kind? Or was there another race pulling the strings behind the puppets, farming the Simboans like livestock? There were many possibilities that Joshua could come up, but such thinking was frivolous—it would not solve any issue.
He must act, and search for clues.
The warrior slowly crouched, the large joints of his Soul Puppet body humming faintly as he did so. He did so in front of a slowly breathing boy, whose eyes had no light and was akin to a piece of dead meat, and calmly extended a finger. Silver radiance started to assemble at the tip of the finger, finally forming a translucent 'luminous blade'.
