The clink and clang of metal rang out incessantly in a small room. A short-haired girl in white seemed swept up by a newfound sense of purpose. Even though she was exhausted, she tirelessly began sorting through the puppet materials.0

She was completely absorbed, almost reverent in her focus. It was already late into the night. By all rights, she should have been too tired to keep her eyes open after rushing back from the Martial Lodge. Yet, some force deep within pushed her beyond her limits and into a state of utter concentration, as if she were alone in the world with nothing but the materials before her and the puppets behind her.0

She had longed for ages to find a better body for the Daemonheart. She had tried every avenue for years, but the only solution she found required paying blood gold. Nothing else worked. She had just about lost hope and turned to drinking when her godfather unexpectedly brought her these precious supplies.0

Watching her lost in her own world, Li...0