Within the alchemical workshop of Hydral Manor, Ansel was scrutinizing Ravenna, who lay bare before his eyes.
Ravenna, devoid of skin except her head, the entire body emanating a faint metallic sheen of silver.
"Upon closer inspection, the craftsmanship of this puppet surpasses my initial expectations," Ansel mused.
His alchemical carving knife traced the contours of Ravenna's form, her body, though resilient and uncannily lifelike, was cold to the touch, devoid of the warmth of living flesh.
"The neck has been repaired, what are you still doing?" Ravenna inquired, her face expressionless.
"The puppet's injuries are not limited to that area alone," Ansel retorted.
He dissected the puppet's abdomen, revealing an intricate internal structure. The etheric circuits intertwined, the magi-metal constructs filled the hollow interior in a whimsical fashion, eliciting a sigh of admiration from Ansel.