Within the training chamber of Nostrom, Seraphina, who had just been drenched in sweat, was changing her clothes. She gazed upon the scattered fragments of puppets on the floor and shook her head in disapproval.
"Ansel, this won't do," she said earnestly, her gaze fixed on Ansel.
"Puppets alone are worthless. I seek not merely combat, but rather..."
She slowly clenched her fist, exhaling the restlessness in her chest with deliberation. The intense training battle had not quenched the flame within Seraphina; on the contrary, it blazed even more fiercely.
"What I require is a struggle that will allow me to achieve my… devouring."
The lifeless puppets, possessing strength but devoid of "life," could not satisfy the Beast King's yearning.