Chapter 1 Awakening of the Puppeteer

A dimly lit chamber. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering glow of countless candles. In the center of the room sat a lone figure, cloaked in black, his hands gently pulling on invisible strings.

The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and wax, and the only sound was the soft creaking of marionettes, hanging lifelessly from the ceiling. Then, with a single twitch of his fingers, they moved. Their wooden limbs jerked, then flowed like liquid, bowing before their master.

"Finally... after all these years, I have awakened."

A deep voice echoed in the chamber. The figure stood, his hood falling back to reveal a mask with hollow eyes, empty yet all-seeing. His power was returning, the strings of fate bending to his will once more.

Tonight, the world would remember the name Master of Puppet.